Thread: On The Other Side Of The Looking Glass (Ruphhausin & darkangel76)

Alicia Kranson. As I began to dress myself for the costume party, my eyes couldnt help but wander to the invitation Id received as Id laid it down on my bed in my room. There was no name on the return address, but given the look of the envelope and invitation itself, it was clear that I had no say in whether I attended or not. It was a given. Id go and Id enjoy myself while there. Heaving a sigh, I pulled up my opaque white thigh highs, making sure that they were aligned just right on my legs. Satisfied, I pulled on my white petticoat and then slipped on the blue dress to complete my costume. I had a thing for Alice, so Id decided to go as her to the party. My friends werent surprised by my choice, my love for the curious and strange, things that at first glance very well might be misunderstood were hardly things that werent common knowledge. I suppose in a way, I related to the girl. I was often misunderstood myself, though most didnt realize I felt that way. All too often, Id swallow it down, go with the flow like the water as it ran over and around rocks in a babbling stream. In the end, I guess I figured it didnt matter. Not overly much. But Id be lying if I didnt admit, at least on some level, that it bothered me I had to put up a slight faade. Especially with people who claimed to care about me. Straightening out my apron, I then stared at myself in the mirror. As I looked at my reflection, I tucked a dark strand of hair behind an ear and frowned a little. I loved my costume, but there was a part of me that wondered if I looked silly. Surely someone like myself had to come off as awkward in such a get up. Sure, it was fun. But what did the others see? Scowling, I had to clear my head, not think on it. But that was one of my flaws. I had this uncanny ability to over think things. Things that shouldnt matter. Things that didnt. I finally met up with my friends about an hour after Id finished getting ready for the party. Despite my anxiety, I did feel a level of excitement. From what I could tell, the address of the location of the party was in an area that was known to be pretty ritzy. High tech, gorgeous houses, the works. It was thrilling to know that some way, some how, an invitation found its way into my mailbox. Mine! Of all people! I wondered how I got so lucky. If it was by some random chance that Id received one or if there were other things at play. Regardless, I had one and now I was on my way to the place, eager, terrified, excited to go and be there. When we arrived at the place, I swear I felt my heart stop, my throat closing up making it difficult to breathe. The house was more than a mansion. Id seen some of those sorts of places before. But this this was something entirely different. My god, what the hell was I doing there? Me! Of all people! Swallowing, I walked up the pathway, my friends all ahead of me, arms wrapped around each other in couplets since all of them were paired up so conveniently. Two by two they entered and then me. Alone. Single. A sad and pathetic sight showing up by myself, not a single guy by my side. But it was just as well. I supposed it was all for the best to not have anyone in my life. After all, who the hell was I? No one of importance or any significance. I just was and I was determined not to let my happily coupled friends get me down. No. I was there to have fun, to enjoy my time at the costume party. Though I wondered who was throwing such a thing. It was clear it was quite the event. And from what I knew, such things were considered pretty upper echelon. Only the best of the best ever were invited to such things. So why was I there? I had no idea. None. My friends meandered off, leaving me by myself. I didnt know anyone else there and was starting to feel rather stifled. Needing a moment, I decided it would be good to take a bit of a walk. After all, the place was huge! The most immense place Id ever been in. Everyone else was engaged in something or other or another someone. So, I wouldnt be missed. No one would care, no one would notice. Smiling to myself, I ducked out of the main room where everyone was partying. So many people were there. Beautiful people. I felt like I was out of my league and a little walk was definitely what I needed. It would allow me to clear my head, not to mention explore the place. It was immense, so very vast. Surely there had to be some interesting rooms located throughout. I wondered what kind Id find, if any of them would catch my attention. I knew the one that would probably speak to me most would be the library, assuming the place even had one. Such rooms were nearly obsolete it seemed. A pity really. But the high tech way the mundane and every day things of life had gone, such things werent of the norm any more. Id been lucky to see one ever in my lifetime, but that was because my grandfather knew I adored the old rectangular objects called books. Such things were vintage, rare. But I loved them and collected what I could. My collection was small and my friends thought it silly. But I hardly cared. I just let them misunderstand me, not getting me at all. After all, it was my love. Not theirs. As I wandered, the sound of the party growing more and more faint, I found myself walking down a long and semi-dark corridor. There were rows of doors on either side. But one door in particular caught my eye. Compared to the others it was rather ornate, the wood slightly different from that of the others. Biting down on my lip, I walked up to it and placed a hesitant hand upon the knob. Sucking in a sharp breath, I twisted it and pushed it open. The room was dark, but that smell Heavenly. Lights, I whispered, my voice timid, unsure. Just then, the lights illuminated the room at a dim level, not on full power. Glancing about the place, my jaw just dropped. My pale eyes glittered. The walls were covered in books. Row upon row. Stack upon stack. The sight of it all made my heart race. Taking in my surroundings I suddenly heard a muffled sound on the other side of the door, from the corridor in which Id been walking along only moments ago. Oh god, I mumbled, feeling silly and guilty and a few other things. I wanted to hide, not wanting anyone to see me. Alone. In costume. What had I been thinking even toying with the notion that I belonged where I currently was? Worried, frightened, I braced myself just in case whoever or whatever it was that was walking through the hallway decided to enter the room I was in. My getaway. My hiding place. My means of mild escape.