Lacey jumped up in shock. She pressed her hands against the surface of the mirror. She didn't feel anything. Only the soaked surface of the mirror. She couldn't feel the boy at all. 

What the hell? Is this some kind of joke? First the notes and now there was a boy trapped inside her mirror? This was all unbelievable! She, along with the boy, were furiously banging their fists against the glass.    "What do I do I?!" She asked him, not knowing whether or not he could hear her.    He responded by slamming his side against the surface. It made not a single noise. The glass didn't seem to shatter under his force, it was as if he was a feather. Or maybe she just couldn't hear what was going on in the other side.    "Do you want me to break it?!" She asked, repeating the words 'break it' to him slowly.    Furiously, he nodded his head. Although all he did was slam his body to the surface, he looked completely exhausted. Sweat was slowly dropping from his face and his once fair skin turned drastically pale.    Not knowing whether or not this was some kind of sick prank, Lacey balled her fist and ed it forward. Her bare fist collided with the glass, shattering it from the impact. Little pieces cut into her skin, causing her to bleed a little.    The minute her fist collided against the mirror's material, a black light surrounded the mirror. Unable to see anything, Lacey took an uneasy step back, only to get tackled from the front. In a tangle of limbs, she and whoever tackled her, fell back.    When the blackness dispersed, Lacey raised her head to see her attacker. She saw a head of chocolaty brown hair, the white clothes, and instantly knew that this was the boy she saw in the mirror. She paled when she realized that the situation she was in was not a joke and was very much reality.   Letting out startled breaths, she waited for the boy to move off of her.    "H-hey..." She called out to him with her shaky voice. Slowly, the boy raised his head. Lacey could feel her cheeks heat up by how handsome the boy was.    "Wha..." He said. Weakly, he got off of her. With his trembling legs, he stood up and turned his head to see the broken mirror. She heard him let out a gasp. He whipped his head back to her and started towards her.    "Tha-thank you. Oh go-od. Thank you..!" The nameless boy's eyes shut and he collapsed. His body fell forward, face-first against the wooden floorboards of Lacey's bedroom. When his body made contacted to the floor, it created a dead thunk sound that caused Lacey to wince.    Quickly, she scrambled back, hitting the side of her bed in the process. Panting, she stared at the unconscious boy that laid in front of her. Forgetting all about logic and the fact that he had appeared by breaking her mirror, she stood up and ran towards him.    Turning his body around to face her, she took a good look at him. His face was palor and glossed over with sweat. There was goosebumps all over his skin as if he had been trapped in a freezer instead of a mirror. Hauling him up, she placed him on her bed, his position albeit awkward.    Should I just... leave him or call 911? What do I do? She bit her lip, staring at the knocked out boy.    Looking back at the mirror, she chose that as her main priority. It was completely ruined now. All of its glass shattered and littered uselessly on the floor hazardously.      "Ow..." She muttered under her breath as a sharp corner of one shard pricked her finger (again). Gently placing it into the dustpan, she went back to picking up the rest of the shards. Her hands were a bloody mess now, mainly her fingers. They were all cut up, blood droplets spilling onto the floor, about to stain it.    "Crap, better hurry." She worked hastily, not wanting the blood to dry up on the floor and make a permanent stain, but rushing only made it worse. More cuts appeared on her fingertips, making older wounds worsen.    Once the floor was cleansed from dangerous glass shards. she grabbed a Lysol wipe.    "!" She cursed, dropping the wipe on the floor and inspecting her hands again. That stung like a ! Maybe she should've worn gloves before grabbing for the wipes. She was too much in a hurry to clean everything to even think about her safety for once.    Grumbling curses under her breath, she stood