Hidden Inside Glass

Dear diary,

The year was 6198, 1st March, and it was the day I was meant to be taken away to be tested in some lab. These people from the agency were coming for me. I had hundreds of years to live that should've been spent in a lab. I had been in hiding for one hundred and thirteen years and I was one hundred and thirteen then.

Everyone has their favourite room in their house and my personal favourite was my library. Before I was taken, I was desperate to visit my beloved library. My parents allowed me so I raced towards the library. I finally unlocked the door. I was sliding my fingers across the wooden shelves of books when a rather hefty novel tumbled off the dusty shelf. The book hit my head with a thump. It had The Truth About 'Glass' scrolled on it in italics on the front page. Glass was placed inside quotation marks. Curiously, I opened the dusty book, coughing as dirt flew in the air. Finally the dirt cleared and I stared at the first page. Hours passed and I had become so caught up in the book that I lost track of time. The people from the agency were meant to be arriving three hours from then.

An hour later, the book had been finished. I raced to my room, eager to follow the book's wise instructions. The book stated that you could hide in glass. First you had to get blood of your own, next you had to pull a strand of your own hair. Mine of which was blue. This was the reason behind all this. My hair was naturally blue so was my blood and tears. Viciously, I cut open my wrist and dark blue blood trickled down my hand into my ice bowl. Next, I needed a tear from my blue eyes. So, I grabbed an onion, cut it open and cried into my bowl. Finally, I tugged my dark, blue, wavy hair so vigorously that my eyes watered. Then, I placed my hair into the bowl. There was only one simple step left. I had to mix my contents so that I had a type of watery, slimy, oily goo. Then, I grabbed another bowl and did the same thing although I had more goo in my Ice bowl. The instructions instructed that I tip my bowl with more goo on a piece of glass or something made of glass. I chose my mirror. Slowly, I tipped the contents of my ice bowl onto my mirror as it had more goo. Then, I tipped the contents of the other bowl onto myself. My vision became symmetrical and blurry. I fell asleep and had visions. Some so terrible that they shouldn't have existed in the first place. Some so delightful that they should've been in a child's favourite fairy tale book. Then I awoke. Everything was normal except for the fact that I was hidden inside glass.