Trust the "unseen"

Vivi sat quietly at her desk pen tapping her lower lip in time with the grandfather clock that stood off to her right. Blank pages laid across the table in front of her waiting patiently for some form of strocks to come across them but at the moment nothing could come to her almost blank mind. Lately her mind felt more cluttered then normal. Almost as though instead of just her normal thoughts and the normal connection she held with her other half and his sibling she felt as though somewhere, somewhere braided deep. Deep in the darkest corner of her mind that something was there. Something she just couldn't place her finger on. And occasionally she felt the urge lately to just skip. Her noes twitched at the very thought, skipping, something she had never done to her knowledge so why would she want to do it now. And from that dark corner she could swear she herd laughing. Sighing she shook her head and set to her daily duties of putting pen to paper. Or so she had planed to till from somewhere to the left and behind her she herd a giggle. Turning sharply hand raised to snap at who ever it be she was greeted with nothing, nothing but the books that lined the walls. Narrowing her eyes she took a deep breath and slammed her pen down on the desk and stood having had enough of her inability to concentrate she moved to leave the room and head to her own bedroom. But as she pasted some of the mirrors on the walls she swore she could see something else in the mirrors other then just her reflection. Stopping at the third she turned to look at it. Her vision blurred for a moment and after blinking a few times she could see what she thought was her self but was clearly not her. This version had her hair up in pig tails the tips died and had makeup on. "Who?" She asked, "you." Was its only answer. Narrowing her eyes at her own reflection she herd the one behind her giggle, "I am you, sweety. And I'm bored. So let us have some tea." Her eyes widen for a moment before her knees gave out and then all went black. She came to moments later her back ageist the wall a warm liquid coming from her forehead slowly crept down her face reaching up with her right hand she whipped at it only to remove her hand and realize it to be blood. Looking around the floor around her were pieces of various sizes and shapes of the poor mirror that had once been whole above her head. And as she looked into the pieces she could see the figure smiling back at her, "Another time, sweets. Another time for tea." Then just as soon as she had seen the figure it vanished, shaking her head she stood and placed her hand on her head to stop the bleeding before making her way to the bathroom, "that's it, no more listing to them. All these years and I'm finally going off my rocker, it's all their fault. I just know it, one of them is up to their tricks again..." After cleaning the cut and bandaging it, along with cleaning up the mess she had made with the mirror she laid down for bed, but just as she closed her eyes she herd the giggle again, "tick tock goes the clock, and then we will be free to have tea. Tick tock goes the clock, and we will be me..."