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I can show you how. My twin’s words reverberated inside my head.
He’d said he could show me another world. I wanted desperately to explore. I would often pretend that I was an astronaut or an adventurer. In the past, I’d had access to a host of secret worlds whose only keys lay within the confines of my imagination. Now, the adventure would be real.
“What do I have to do?” I asked, heart jackhammering inside my chest.
The jack-o-lantern smile that adorned his face should have been a red flag. But I was too eager, too excited, and that excitement made me stupid.
“Not much,” he assured me. “I’ll do all the work. Come on.” He walked to the other side of the room and gestured for me to follow.
We stopped in front of my closet.
“In there?” I asked, pointing at the door.
“Yes,” he said, back turned to me. He gazed up at it, focused and intent. “This is where I came from. The world here is still soft. It’s easier to bend.”
I stood dumbfounded as my twin looked at the door. I queried him a couple more times for additional information, but each time he held up his right hand to shush me and said, “Hold on. I’m trying to concentrate.”
I wondered what was happening, if he just needed time to think or if he was actually doing something I couldn’t see. A few weeks ago, I would have told you that magic outside the imagination was impossible. Now, it was as ordinary as breathing air.
After a while, his face slackened, and a few moments later he turned back to face me, weary but triumphant. “There, it’s done.”
“What’s done?”
“Open the door,” said mirror-Eugene, and his mouth spread into a smug smile. He seemed pleased with himself.
I sidled up to the door, examining it with a thoughtful eye. The last time I’d checked the closet, there’d been nothing there, just a bunch of clothes and old junk. And yet my twin had somehow passed through it from his own world into mine, and had continued to do so every night for the past few weeks.
My forehead throbbed with blood, and my hands broke out into a sweat. I reached for the knob. Turned it. Opened the door.
I gasped.
Beyond the variously colored t-shirts and jeans that hung from wire hooks was a much wider space, one that could not have possibly fit within the confines of a simple closet. The visage was incomplete, a kaleidoscope of broken shapes and textures only partially glimpsed behind the clothes, but it was enough for me to realize I was peering into another world. Mirror-Eugene’s world.
“Awesome,” I whispered.
“Go on.”
I took a moment to catch my breath before going forward. I glanced back. He urged me on. I took one hesitant step forward and turned again.
“Are you coming with me?”
“I have to stay here to keep it open.”
“Oh.” I was scared to go alone, but it wasn’t long before excitement overcame the cautious side of my nature. I brushed past shirts and pants, casting them aside like they were broad hanging leaves in a tropical jungle. A moment later, I passed through a second doorway and found myself in mirror-Eugene’s room.
Mostly, it was the same. But despite the dark I could see that there were differences. For one, the room was mostly empty, save for a tiny single bed propped up against the wall with nothing but a bare mattress and a flat pillow. There were no pictures on the walls. The floor was wood instead of carpet.
I heard my twin speak suddenly from beyond the closet. “Sorry.”
“What?” I turned around just in time to see the door on the other side swing shut.
“Eugene?” I called. I lunged for the closet, hoping to make it through before the door had closed completely, but by the time I got there there it had slammed and there was nothing left but a thick plaster wall.
“No,” I breathed. “Eugene! Come back!”
Nothing.
I banged and clawed at the wall, desperation driving me further down the road of hopeless futility.
An unexpected voice spoke up from somewhere else in the house. “What’s that racket?” It sounded like my mom.
A moment later, I heard footsteps.
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