(...)With a fast movement, Adam got rid of "himself" and jumped into the mirror. He closed his eyes strongly because of the fear and the insecurity. "Where am I?" "Where will I go now?" "What am I supposed to do?" Those thoughts were collapsing his mind when he realised that it had not happened anything.
He could see "himself" in that room, which was falling to pieces. "That" was terryfied and damaged. "It" had a broken arm that seemed to shout "HELP!", as well as his eyes, which were a little red due to the smoke and the teardrops. For a moment, Adam thought in going out from the mirror and rescue his changed image, but this intention became useless when a great wall made it dissapear. A feeling of sadness crossed his heart despite the damage that "the man" had caused, ready to kill him. It was strange how the appearance and a behaviour of victim can do in your mind.
From inside the mirror, he felt safe. He "was" safe. In theory. The only images he could see where the ones that were in front to this magical crystal. The rest was darkness. Nevertheless, he could move. If he wanted to walk in any other direction, he was able to. As his eyes got adapted to the lack of sunshine, he coul see a little and far light. Maybe a lightbulb? It was like a little shiny moon, covered by the black and the silence of a winter night.
At first, Adam walked slowly. Very slowly. Slow enough for not falling in case of finding any obstacle. But he started feeling nervous. Without watch nor calendar, all was chaos. Thus, the idea of "caution" seemed even more and more ridiculous in his mind. He started walking more and more quickly. Then, he started running, as fiercely and fast that it hurt. That tiny light were a little bigger, but not very much. It was like if he were running in no space. The hopelessness put an idea between his thoughts. "Am I dead?"
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