Fluttervile

by Aiet

Into the void

it had started out as a normal day in my apartment, rotting and pitiful. last year the floor above collapsed due to water seepage, sending a bathtub into my living room, damaging the floor. the land lord said he would repair all damages for of charge but the contractor looked shady and when I walked across the floor it groaned loudly. I lived by a beach, that is all I really care to share, the rest was dilapidated. everything was dull and boring even in this large city of concert and asphalt. everyday was clock work, nothing ever changed besides the break ins and muggings. you couldn't walk the street without fear riding besides you. except me. no one ever bothered me even though I wasn't the largest person around I was still big enough to detour the thugs and muggers. I worked at a bakery, not something you think a guy like me would be doing. it kept me busy and paid the bills for a year and a half. I had just got off my shift and was walking home, never drove a car as it would take over an hour to get home, the roads always pack even late into the night. back ally rats and dogs watched me walk by, contemplating the possible outcome. I never paid any attention because I know they were cowards. I arrived home at the ten story complex without incident like any other night. I climbed the stairs to my seventh floor room, passing screaming, music, and silence.
Why do I even bother? It's not like anything is ever...
I unlocked the door stepping in and quickly locked it back. the room was a simple square with the "kitchen" to the right, a stove and microwave, my bed in the far left corner, with a TV at the end resting on a plain wooden table, and the bathroom in the far right without a door.
It was... something. at least I had a place to go at night and sleep. I wasn't huddled next to a fire with other homeless people wondering where my next meal would be.
a large frameless mirror rest against the wall, seven foot tall and five feet wide, it sat there dusty and lackluster. that was until it moved. I was getting dressed after taking a shower and had placed a microwavable pizza in the microwave when I heard a buzzing sound. I just finished redressing when I walked towards the mirror, it was buzzing loud and fast. it vibrated slightly shaking off the dust and I reach my hand out lightly brushing my finger tips along the reflective surface. the mirror went still and silent and I watched as nothing happened.
That was strange. I guess the train passed by, but I didn't hear it though.
I shrugged my shoulders and turned to walk off when I was shot. well it felt like being shot as I was suddenly thrown forward into the dirty and stained carpet floor. all the wind had been knocked out of me and I tried to catch my breath when a loud noise filled the room. I flipped around towards the mirror as it screamed at me in a high pitch screech and imploded into a blood red vortex, the world seemed to bend and warp around the mirror. I was suddenly being pulled forward into the tunnel as I franticly reached for anything to hold onto. nothing was in reach in this bear apartment but also nothing else was pulled into the vortex, I was the only thing moving as I was picked up by an unknown force and hurled into the mirror. I felt pressure and heard a loud pop flying through the air helpless.
now it was silent. a silence that was louder then anything I have experienced in my life. I tumbled through a void screaming and flailing but I couldn't even hear my self, a noiseless vacuum held me. there was no color besides the mirror, which was quickly vanishing from sight, it's red vortex swirling around thrashing. I felt weightless and started to slowly stop, floating in nothingness. as I tried to move but it was like being in honey, slow and inching. I looked all around in a panic searching for anything but I only saw a sea of void. then a sudden force pulled me forward, hurtling me towards another red vertex. I was swallowed by red light and electricity as I flew towards another mirror, one that looked the same as the one I had. I started yelling as a saw a floor on the other side of the mirror. I believe this is the way I die.
back in the apartment the mirror shook violently and exploded sending large fragments out through the wall. all these noises were common so no one would ever come to check on the source. not at least until the microwave exploded, not having a timer to stop it's self or the room a circuit box to flip the current, the carpet was set ablaze. panic erupted and people flew down the stairs not caring about anyone in their way trying to save themselves. the fire department rushed to the blazing floor and manage to quell the fire but not before it spread out ward to the floors above and below . the fire destroyed several floors wiping out everything. the building was deemed unsuitable to live in, not that it was before. all that was left was rooms empty of belongings, all except the outline of a frameless mirror. waiting patiently and silently. no one would ever wonder past the third floor seeing how it was impossible to due to the fact the floor above collapsed into the stairs. only children on dares and the homeless would ever entre this place again until it was demolished or worn down by nature. but maybe there was a chance for the seventh floor.