HARRIETTE COULD HAVE sworn she was looking in a mirror, maybe it was a distorted mirror that showed what she would have been if she had made the wrong decision when it came to important decisions, her brown hair which was in a tight braid didn't show in the mirror instead it was matted and dirty looking like it hadn't been brushed nor washed for months. The spark that lived in her hazel eyes was dead and gone and had been replaced by a dull look that made her seem cold or lifeless, her tanned skin was anything but and was now a sick pale colour but it wasn't a mirror.
Her hand rose from her side but she didn't feel the smooth glass of the mirror, no, she felt the fingertips of the person before her. "Who are you?" Harriette asked quickly bringing her hand back to her side afraid of what the imposter in front of her could do if they remained connected, "I could ask you the same thing..." it rasped looking away from her and up into the sky where the three moons sat sending its light down onto the dark streets. "Where am I?" Harriette questioned taking a slow but obvious step away from the imposter "Htrae..." the person mumbled pulling the sleeves of its shirt over its hands and fingerless gloves, "Stop making up words!" Harriette shouted but the person only shook its head.
"There are three moons, why?" the person narrowed its eyes and glared at her as though she was dumb, "There have always been three moons..." it answered like it was the most obvious thing in the world... or wherever Harriette was at this moment in time. "No! There's only one!" she stuck up her pointer finger and looked around at the dull buildings which had all been painted in the same slate grey and dark brown, "Where are the stars?" the imposter shook its head and placed its hands on its hips, "We haven't had stars for decades... never got to see them myself,"
Harriette's hands found their way to her hair and slowly began tugging in hopes of lowering her stress levels, "Wake up Harriette!" the imposter shouted and before Harriette could question what was going on the imposters hands shot out and Harriette fell through the slate grey wall into a black abyss of nothingness, "Wake up!" a voice echoed and then she shot awake in her bedroom gasping for air and clawing at her throat. "We have a guest dear..." her mother spoke as she ushered a person into the room.
It was the imposter.
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