Broken

Chapter 6 ~ Mercier

(TITLED IS PRONOUNCED MERCY-AIR)

I looked for the closet store, any store really.

I walked for about a mile now but no store.

Three miles, but still no store.

Finally I found one called Berney's Bark n' Bake.

I entered the store and the sound of a bell rang loudly. I looked up and saw the bell. I was old and covered in gold paint making it look expensive. The inside where the actual bell was, was brown.

I saw no one by the cash register and no one was around.

"I'll be there in a second," a woman yelled what from sounds like she is in a back room.

I walked around exploring. I saw an apple doll which look like it was passed down generation to generation. I spotted a tea cup set that was so dusty, you couldn't tell the designs on the tea cups. I turned around and observed a painting what looked like a little girl playing in the park alone with a red balloon. It was outlined in oak wood and had flower designs carved into the wood all around.

After a minute or two, she came out with her brunette hair in a messy bun and was dressed in black dress pants and a bright orange satin shirt with navy blue high heels. Her white skin looked flawless but wondered why she was working here if she looked like she belonged in a real estate office. The woman looked like she's in her 30s or 40s.

"What can I do for you," the woman asked without looking at me and instead tried to make a clear path for her to walk through.

"Hi, I'm Hayley Ellison," I told the woman.

"Do sell maps of New Orleans?" I asked.

"Yes, and I guessing your touring New Orleans," the woman said still trying to clean the messing tables.

"Not exactly," I said.

"Well, here you go, on the house," She offered.

"Thanks," I said politely.

I left the store and the bell rang once more. The bell was music to my ears when I left and found a map of New Orleans. When I found a bench to sit on, I sat down and opened the map. I studied the map. I found nothing out of place, nothing I've never seen before. I became angry and threw the map on the sidewalk. But then something happens. A felt a breeze blow in my face and the map began to move. I standed up. The wind was blowing the map. It was going in a certain direction. I followed.

The wind blew the map toward this what looks like a fifteen-year-old girl. She had beautiful white skin and long brown fishtail braid going across her shoulder and her creme colored satin dress with gold pearls and white flats.

She looked me in the eye then turned around. Something told me I should follow her. So I did. We walked for about ten miles and we passed parks, museums,and many aparments. The sky was dark and my legs were sore and couldn't walk anymore but I held on.

She stopped by a wall of vines and climed it. I could tell this was not the first time she did that because she was a pro at climbing vines. I followed but it took me awhile because I'm not that strong. When we got to the other side, it looked like a forest and the girl ran down a small hill where she began to dig and pull dirt and plants. I spotted a wooden door. The door was simple but looked like someone carved it in a rush. At the other side of the door I saw about ten small log houses. People were talking.