Her Forgotten Name | Part II

Her Forgotten Name | Part II Her Forgotten Name | Part II: The Memory Key The call haunted her for hours. She replayed the voice in her head: calm, cold, and confident. Whoever it was, they knew her—or who she used to be. The key marked "M.L." felt heavier in her palm now. She walked back into the study and stared at the locked drawer again. Slowly, she inserted the key. It clicked open. Inside was a small leather journal, an old USB drive, and a photograph: her face, again. But this time, her expression was grim. She was standing next to a sign that read: **Mira Lane Institute for Cognitive Rehabilitation**. View the Hidden Truth The name sparked something—a flash of memory. A hallway. A mirror. Screams. She staggered back, gripping the edge of the desk. It was real. She had been somewhere... a place that wanted to erase her. She plugged the USB into her laptop. A single file appeared: a video. With trembling finge...
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The Mirror Room | Part II

The Mirror Room | Part II

The Mirror Room | Part II: The Other Side

Elena stumbled through the dark corridor, her breaths sharp and shallow. Each step felt heavier than the last, the hallway stretching on as if it had no end. Behind her, the mirror’s presence still pulsed in her mind, like a whisper she couldn’t unhear.

She paused to catch her breath, placing her hand against the cool wall for balance. Her eyes scanned her surroundings—still no windows, no clocks, no signs of time passing. The whole place felt like a dream, frozen in a moment that kept replaying.

A faint humming sound caught her attention. Following it, she reached a door—different from the others. It was marked with a symbol: a single eye, etched in silver. She hesitated, then turned the handle.

Reveal Hidden Secrets

The room inside was circular, and mirrors covered every inch of its walls—floor to ceiling. But this time, the reflections didn’t mimic her. They were slower. Off by a second. Then, one of them didn’t move at all.

Elena froze. Her real body turned slightly, but the reflection in the far-left mirror didn’t. It just stared at her, wide-eyed, smiling. Her heart pounded as she inched closer.

"Who are you?" she whispered. Her voice echoed around the room, distorted by the glass.

The reflection blinked once—deliberately—and then raised its hand. Not a wave. A beckon. Then it mouthed something: “You let me in.”

A sudden wind blasted through the room, though no windows were open. The mirrors began vibrating. That reflection—whoever it was—slammed its palms against the glass, as if trying to break through.

Elena stumbled backward. Her head throbbed. Flashes of memories struck her—unfamiliar faces, hospital lights, an operating room. Was this real? Or a coma dream?

The notebook. She had it clutched in her jacket pocket. Pulling it out, she flipped rapidly through the pages. One line stood out now, highlighted in bold red ink:

"The only way out is through the truth."

"Truth?" she muttered. "What truth?"

Unlock the Truth

Suddenly, the mirror directly behind her cracked. A long, jagged fracture cut across the glass. But instead of reflecting her, it now showed a different room—dimly lit with a hospital bed, and a monitor beeping faintly. She saw herself lying unconscious in that bed.

"I’m still there…" she whispered, horror dawning on her. "I never left."

She was trapped in her mind. This world—the Mirror Room—was some kind of limbo. The other Elena... the smiling one... was trying to take her place in the real world.

The mirror with the hospital scene began to glow. She could feel a force pulling her toward it. The other reflections banged against their glass prisons, becoming more frantic. But the smiling one? It was gone.

She stepped closer. Her hand reached forward. The glass was soft, like liquid light. Just before her fingers passed through, she heard a whisper:

“Only one of us can leave.”

She turned—too late. The smiling reflection was behind her. It lunged. Elena screamed, shoving her hand deeper into the portal, just as the other version grabbed her shoulder.

Everything flashed white.

Enter the Final Dimension

Elena gasped awake. This time, really awake. In a hospital bed, wires connected to her chest. A nurse rushed in. "You're back!" she exclaimed. "We almost lost you."

Elena tried to speak but could only whisper. “Mirror…”

The nurse looked puzzled. "You’ve been in a coma for 3 weeks after the crash. Do you remember anything?”

Elena looked past her. A small mirror hung on the wall. Her reflection blinked.

But she hadn't.

THE END

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