A sharp knock on my door startled me awake from my heavy, depressing thoughts.

What is happening?  Who is at the door at this time of the night?

I walked nervously to the door, making sure I  was fully aware of any danger that could be.

Before reaching the door, I glance back to my window, or rather, at whatever resided outside my window.   Thoughts clouded my mind, was I safe? Whatever had protected me through the night up till this time had done it from the window, whatever it was, I wished it to never leave me again.

The banging on the door grew insistent, and a voice followed. "JJ! Will you get your lazy ass out of bed? Or would you like me doing that for you?"

I immediately pulled the door open to reveal Wulf's harsh glare.

"What is going on?" I asked.

On seeing me, her tan skin immediately paled and her eyes bulged out as if she saw a ghost, then as if recognizing me a few seconds later, she replied.
"Good morning to you too, get your ass down to the pack house for breakfast now, or you can stay the entire journey without food."

Breakfast? Was it morning already? I'm pretty sure I didn't sleep a wink last night, how didn't I notice the hours that had passed, or the glowing harsh light from the sun? I guess I was really deep in thoughts.

I didn't even have time to reply her before she stomped away. Weird, what crawled up her ass this time around.

I quickly ran to the bathroom to do all the necessities, when I was finally presentable, I picked up my sneakers ready to bolt out, only to be caught by the light breeze coming from the window above my bed and I couldn't help but relive last night memory. 

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The night before.

Grumbling and cursing Dean in every form of  insults in the books, I high tailed to my room.

Yeah, I didn't expect him to change over night and help me, but at least he saw how frightened I looked a moment ago. I knew he was heartless, but not this heartless.

Even as angry as I was, a voice in my mind reminded me that he had still gotten me medicine for my wound.  Even though the voice didn't sound like that of Cicero's, I still felt bitter. I don't blame him though,  who would want to be caught up in a mess like me and my problems, I'm sure he had his own problems, he didn't need my issues and insecurities.

I groaned, thinking about Cicero and what I had said to her. I immediately felt regret and guilt fill me up, I didn't mean any of it, she was right, I was caught up in my emotions and I said some hurtful things to her, I didn't even know how to apologize to her.

My chest felt tight, and I felt empty.  I only just noticed how different it felt without that buzzing warmth within me, Cicero was more than a voice in my head. I trusted her a lot, even more than myself.  Her instincts were spot on.

I tried reaching for her, but I couldn't, she had locked herself in a protective shield deep inside a barricade.

Maybe that's why when I entered my room, I didn't notice the change of atmosphere,  or how cold the room seemed.

Still grieving in my sorrow, I didn't realize sooner how dark the room had gotten, and when I did, my body reacted faster than my brain.

With an impeccable instinct,   I threw myself to the floor just as a swish sound brush passed my head.

I didn't know what I was doing, I didn't even think about it.  I grabbed the legs of a standing stool and hauled it in the direction to my right.  The stool broke into pieces at the impact, and a very deep, gruff voice groaned in pain.

Even as I was in a physical battle,  my mind was on another battle on its own.

With a loud cry, I broke  Cicero's barrier,  bringing it down. My mind walked purely on instinct. It felt like I was in two places at the same time,  only that one was in my head, and the other was real.

Whatever evil  lurked my room didn't expect me to be a challenge, as it recovered from the little bruise to its face as well as pride, I went on to retrieve the dagger buried in my shoes and stabbed it's shoulder with sheer force.

"Cicero!" I screamed. I had never tried to get into the space in my head where Cicero lived, I never thought it possible.  I stared around the empty space not knowing where she was, or what she looked like, what do I even look for first. Just as I was about to head out, I noticed something outstanding in the empty space.

A loud shriek echoed around my room, it was so loud that I had to cover my ears with both hands. What the hell?
The dark figure  who I just confirmed as a man reached for my neck with long spiky fingers. I knew what was coming,  I was going to be strangled to death or worse...

I walked to the middle of the space where a ceiling to floor standing mirror was placed. Why was a mirror in this place? I turned to leave, but looked back at the mirror with my breath hitched.  The reflection in the mirror didn't move when I did. I raised my hands up, and even though the reflection also did, it was a slow and delayed movement.  What is happening?  I asked no one in particular.  But the reflection stared back at me with a very pained expression.  I very well knew that even though I was in pain, that wasn't the expression on my face at the moment. And I knew, I knew that it wasn't me in the mirror. 

The dark man grabbed my neck, but since I already knew it was coming,  I allowed it to happen only that I had a plan in motion.  Pulling me close to his chest and shoulder, I immediately grabbed the dagger implanted in his shoulder and without a second thought, I plunged it into his neck. I thought it was over, but of course, such evil couldn't disappear so easily.

" Cicero?" I called.
She responded with a sad smile.

I didn't know what to say, I was beyond confused, but most of all I felt regret and guilt.

"Maybe you should start off by saying sorry?" It was her voice, coming out of my mouth,  I mean my reflections mouth.

My cheeks immediately heated as a result of the embarrassment.  "I'm  really sorry,  I didn't mean any of what I said, you were right,  I was just driven by my emotions. "

"I know."

"What?"

"Of  course I know you didn't mean it, I'm in your head remember?"

"You did? Then why did you lock yourself here?"

"That was your doing not mine, this is what happens whenever you push me away."

"What?! Oh my God, I'm so sorry. I didn't know."

"Good, now you do."

"Is that why you are sad?"

"No, I'm sad because you are sad, I'm in your head, I'm your emotions Redder, you might pretend to feel a different emotion in your physical form, but your real emotions can never hide from me because I feel them too."

" Damn... You are really 'me' "

"Yes, now lets get back to the real world shall we?"

"Wait, what about you? How do I get you out of the mirror?"

"I don't know,  I've never been out."

"What? I don't understand,  you said you get lock up only when I shut you out."

"No, I'm always in the mirror, only that the mirror isn't sealed in this empty room."

Oh God, I couldn't believe my ears, I never thought of anything like this.

With a pale, trembling hand, I reached out and touched the mirror, only to be zapped by an electric current.

No, I was going to let her free, out of this mirror by all cost, but first, my physical form was in danger, so with one last look at the mirror I stepped out.

I invested all attention into fighting off the demon, only it proved more difficult because, with every trick I used, he couldn't die. He was very fast, but I was faster.  He was strong,  but the longer we fought, the stronger I became, he was a good fighter, but I was better, he was determined,  but his determination couldn't surpass mine.

The only higher ground he had was that he couldn't die, and I could. So the longer we fought, the closer I was to my death.

Seconds, stretched into minutes and minutes felt more like hours. I began to loose focus, my mortal body cried for rest, and just when I was slammed into the wall for the tenth time, I cried out the only name that could help me.

"Cicero!!"

All my hope rested on that one name, and with that cry, the only barrier separating us shattered.  In my minds eye, I could see the mirror breaking into pieces,  and a very stunned Cicero stepping out of the room.

All hell broke loose, it was as if I could finally breath. A surge of power pulsated through my veins,  all hairs on my skin stood at attention.  My pale skin was filled with goose bombs and I felt a sudden warmth that sent electricity down my spine   

I had never felt such intense feeling before. I had never felt more alive.

In my moment of distraction,  I didn't act quickly to the attack from the demon. His outstretched hands pierced my chest, and I gasped at the sharp pain.

What I saw next surprised me. From the window just in front of me, a mist passed through it, entering into my room. At first I thought it was a trick of my eye, but the mist began to glow and turn into what I could describe as 'floating flames'? Fire, floated in a precise direction as if controlled.

The light brought from the flames caused two things. The first was a distraction,  since the demon backed the window, he didn't see it coming so I used it to my advantage,  I kicked his legs from under him but before he could fall, I slammed my body into his to further the effects.

Using the leg of the broken stool on the floor,  I smashed his head repeatedly until his whole head couldn't be recognized.

It still didn't stop him from getting up. I tried running out of the room, but even with no eye, he could find me fast.

The flames seemed to pause as if watching what I would do next, and after noticing my conflicted expression,  the fire stared at me as if disappointed.  I couldn't even tell how I knew, but it just seemed to have a thought  of its own, or it was being controlled by someone or something that had reasoning.

Then it floated straight to the demon, and in not less than five seconds the beast of a demon I had been fighting for almost an hour, disintegrated into simple nothingness.

Some few minutes later,  everything went back to the way that it was, the broken stool, the blood on the floor, the broken desk and all that showed signs of disturbance had been fixed.

The only difference in the room was the two new presence I could strongly feel. For some weird, confusing reason I could feel a the presence of a certain prince. Why? I didn't know.  How I even knew it was his aura? I didn't know,  but I was almost certain that he was either the demon, the fire, or I was crazy. And my bet was I was definitely crazy.

And the Second presence I felt, was even more strange, because I felt my own aura, I could feel and hear the buzzing sound bubbling within.
My heart was bursting with the trill of whatever presence it was. My best bet was that it was the presence of my one and only pest.

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Present.

Throughout the night, the first presence never left under my window. Only after Wulf had come knocking on my door did the presence disappear, but the second presence became more and more demanding,  its presence brought the sense of happiness to my whole being.

A wide smile found it's way to my lips, and at that, I went out of the room to the pack house.

"How does it feel to be finally out of the mirror Cicero."

"Not quite as good as I thought."

"What?"

"Honestly,  now that I'm out, I live in the worst place anyone would want to live,  I live in hell, I think I miss the mirror."

"I don't understand?" Panic immediately flooded my mind. "What's going on Cicero, where do you live now."

"I live somewhere no one ever wants to be Redder, I live in your brain."

I didn't get the chance to properly show Cicero what it meant to live in hell because on opening the door to the pack house, I was met with ten extremely pale and frightened faces.

And worse, they all stared at me, their terror was all directed at my expense.

What the hell?
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Hello lovelies, my fellow psychos. It's been a while,  I hope you guys haven't given up on me or JJ or even Dean.

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