Nefarious [h.s]

Chapter 42.

Wednesday, November 3

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"Ella, darling." A woman's voice whispers in my ear.

I hum, a hand shaking my shoulder. Purple walls surround me.

"Time for breakfast." The familiar woman smiles down at me. I can only see her figure. She looks blurry. Everything is clear but her. But her voice is familiar.

"I don't want to get up." I whine. Hands immediately move on my stomach. I squirm and giggle under the touch.

"Get up or I keep tickling." The blurry woman comes to a stop when I agree to eat breakfast. This whole thing feels so familiar for some reason.

Why does this feel so familiar. Some Deja Vu type shit.

"Fine, Fine okay." I giggle and get up from the comfortable bed.

I get up and hop down the steps and into the kitchen. A man sat at the kitchen table, the woman joining him.

"Morning Muffin." The man says. Suddenly, everything starts to make sense again. Breakfast. Purple room. My room. The muffin nickname.

I run up the stairs and see my childhood bedroom. No. Not again. Please.
I check my calendar on the purple wall.

November 3.

No. I run back down the steps. Again, my dad being the only one sat at the table.

"What's wrong Muffin?" My dad questions but I don't answer. Instead, I run out the door hoping I'm not too late.

"Mom!!" I scream looking around for her. No sign. I'm too late. "Mom please!"

I look around outside. Suddenly a hand grabs my shoulder.

I spin around and the woman's face isn't blurry anymore. Her face is clear.

"Mom." I smile and tears begin to form in my eyes. My mom has a scared look on her face. Why isn't she happy? Something is wrong. She stares at me in the eyes.

"Ella!" She shakes my shoulders. "Wake up! You need to wake up!"

"No. I don't want to leave you yet."  I just found her. I wasn't too late. I don't want to go back when I know she isn't there.

"It's not your time! You need to wake up, Ella." My mom wraps her arms around me. "Wake up."

My eyes snap open. The burning sensation all around me. It's so hot in here.

It takes me a second to understand my surroundings. I sit up from my hotel bed.  Yellow, Orange, Red, lit up my room.

Things begin breaking off the walls. Massive flames burn up the walls. My room is on fire.

My eyes widen and my anxiety picks up when I realize Harry was no longer next to me. Where is Harry?? 

"Harry!!" I begin to scream harder than I ever have before. The heat from the fire burns at my skin. I can't even hear myself.