Charlie had been walking the London streets for 10 minutes now, and had arrived at an empty park. Charlie examined the area, and then opened the creaky park gate. Smells of blossoming flowers and freshly cut grass made their way to Charlie's very cold nose, which slightly comforted him.
Charlie sat himself on an isolated swing, and then he heard a log CRACK. He jumped up and looked around him, nothing.
"Hello?" He said, in confusion.
"Charlie" Said a mysterious voice.
Charlie swung around and fell backwards onto the wet, frosted grass.
"Charlie, you've made a grave mistake, one which you will not forget. Fix it." Said the old, cloaked man, as he turned around.
With a CRACK, he had gone.
Charlie couldn't move, he was totally perplexed, and frightened at what the hooded man had told him. He pondered on what he had done which was so bad, and that he wouldn't possibly forget. All he could think of was shouting at his dad, but how bad is that?
He though he'd been out long enough to prove his point now, so started to head out of the park and onto the steadily growing busy streets of London.
As he started to walk down Orchard lane, he heard a car's brake's screech, and a loud bang, followed by several screams.
Charlie stopped, and looked in the direction of the sound.
"Rest in peace..." He whispered, and carried on walking.
He walked fairly slow on the way back, as the events of the morning had made him feel rather depressed. After 25 minutes of a unmotivated walk, he had finally arrived home, and saw a police car parked near his house. He wandered if that car crash had anything to do with one of his neighbours. He ran up the stairs and opened the front door with his key.
"Mum, I'm ho-" He stopped.
Charlie's mum was sitting at the kitchen table, surrounded by 3 or 4 police officers. His mum looked at him, and looked away again. Charlie dropped his coat on the floor, and walked slowly, zombie-like to the table.
"Hello, you must be Charlie." Said one of the policemen.
Charlie nodded slowly.
"We've got some bad news. Your dad has been involved in a car crash not far from here, just under half an hour ago. The paramedics didn't get to him in time, I'm sorry."
All happiness that had remained in Charlie had now left, he could feel he had gone deadly white, and that his eyes were watering.
"We'll leave you to it, sorry for your loss". Said another policemen.
"Oh, and we found this in his car". Said the quietest policemen. He handed over a present, and left.
Charlie looked at the label on the present, it read.
"Sorry, bud. Love dad x"
Charlie could hardly breath at this point, every breathe was painful. He could feel a tsunami of tears building up, so he ran for the basement door, and locked it behind him.
It had been 10 minutes, and Charlie was now lying on the cold, stone floor, curled up in a ball.
"The last thing I said to him was 'I hate you'." He repeated, hesitantly.
Charlie uncurled himself, and sat up. He didn't know what to do. He kept thinking it was all completely his fault. Then something caught his eye. It was a large object, with a white sheet over it. Charlie had never seen this before, so was very curious. He picked up his present, like it was his most prized possession, and headed to the object.
When he reached it, he suddenly felt a breeze of fresh, seaside air. He was extremely puzzled now. He raised his hand up, and reached for the sheet, and pulled it off with one quick motion.
"What the-"
There was a large, elaborate mirror, encrusted with all types of gems. However, Charlie could feel it. He could feel it wasn't an ordinary mirror. He could hear whispers, and the sound of the sea hitting shore.
"Well...what have i got to lose?" He thought to himself, with tears stained on his cheeks.
He raised his hand up, and reached for the mirror.
CRACK.
He fell into complete darkness, and his feet were no longer touching the solid ground.
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