Chapter 4

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4.

“Haley?”

Ugh, it’s her again, that so called Zan, the one who told me a make-believe story that half my family were dead.

The cheek of it!

Telling me a story that my family died! I actually cannot believe it.

She’s not my social worker.

Why would I need a social worker anyway? I mean, I’ve always been good in school and stuff, well not nerd as such but I’ve handed in my homework in time and stuff...why would I need a social worker?

I wouldn’t.

It’s a practical joke of course.

Or maybe it’s a dream.

Yes! Of course it’s a dream, I’m going to wake up any minute sweating or whatever, then I’m going to go back to sleep and wake up as normal like I do every other day of my life.

Without anyone being there.

Because no-one was there.

No-one was home.

No-one had been home for at least 2 days now.

Why?

I don’t know.

I DON’T KNOW.

I want to know.

I want to know where my family are.

Ok, ok, what was the last thing I could remember before waking up in this weird place?

Well, I remember waking to an empty house. I remember having one slice of toast. I remember not going anywhere near their bedroom doors, they were closed.

Why were they closed?

I remember crying in the shower the night before.

Why was I crying?

Did I know where why family had gone at the time?

Ugh, I’m getting too confused.

But I do know one thing.

This isn’t a dream.

“Meow”

That was our cat hephalump, don’t laugh ok? Megan named him. Poor Hephalump.

“What is it Heph?”

“Meow,”

“I can’t understand meow Heph, you speak cat whereas I speak human, English...”

“Meow”

“Meow”

Where was she, that woman, that Zan? Why didn’t she just tell what is going on so I can understand things?

Ugh.

So many questions.

But the most important one was the one that I didn’t like to think about.

Why can’t I move?

I opened my eyes and yet I couldn’t see, I couldn’t move my legs or arms, or the rest of my body either for that matter. I can’t remember anything except odd moments of my childhood, bits that aren’t important. I can’t remember where my family went. I had no idea who this ‘Zan’ was.

Life just doesn’t make any sense what so ever right now.

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