Looking for Narnia

Birthday

Here is the first chapter! Enjoy!
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"Narnia is not real" I say loud and clear to my psychologist. She smiled proudly and made a clicking noise with her pen. She wrote something down on her paper and her eyes were finally on me.
"Kira, honey, I hope you are just not saying this because I wanted to hear it. You need to believe it & you'll see how easy it is to let it go" I nod and look at the window and see how dark the sky was. Not even a single star, the only thing that gave light was the loud thunders.
"Narnia is not real. I now truly understand such a nonsense I was saying last year" she nods and her smile was full of happiness. I tried to smile but I look at the ground.
"Congratulations Kira. This is officially your last time in this boring office" she says while she wrote something down and I chuckle.
I stand up ready to leave but she pulls back and she stares at me "I know it's going to be in. A few hours but..." She breathes and stand up "Happy Birthday Kira" she says giving me a bear hug and I just awkwardly pat her back
"Thank you" I whisper while I looked to the water falling from the sky through the window.
"I should go now" I say and she finally takes her hands off me. I wave and leave the room.
When I walk down the dull hallways I sight and tug the strand of hair in my eyes behind my ear. I hear mumbling and laughter in my room.
When I open the door I see Cameron and my roommate making out and I immediately close the door.
Well thats new. My best friend Cameron kissing the slut that I have for a roommate?
I open the door again and my roommate is flushing and Cameron is smirking. I give them a false smile as I walk to my bed and get out my journal.
"How did it go with the psychologist?" Cameron said breaking the silence. I nod while I take a pen out of my backpack.
"As usual. Ms. Ronald making me say 'Narnia is not real'" I say blankly.
"Narnia?" my roommates says confused and she looks into Cameron's face and he just blew her off to stand and get my journal from my hand.
"C'mon let's go" he says and I nod and follow him with my pencil in hand.
"So how long have you been making out with my roommate?" I ask suddenly and I see Cameron smirk.
"Kira you have 2 roommates. And I've kissed them both. Be more specific" he says and I laugh while I push him with my shoulder.
Since the night I met him he has always been there for me. We are like brothers really, he is the heartthrob and I am his escape.
Since I told him about Narnia he loves my stories and he is quite a good listener.
"And we have arrived to the garden Ms. Kira" he says in a professional deep voice while he stops and opens the door for me.
The raining stopped and it smelled like wet dirt. That was my dad's favorite smell. I smile and walk to the big tree and sit.
Cameron sits next to me and he hands me my journal. I look at him and smile "Cameron. What would I do without you" I laugh and he shrugs "Probably die" he says and we both laugh.
"What are your writing about today?" he asks eagerly and I shake my head.
"I don't know. I mean all my stories are bullshit. They are not real" I say and he looks at me confused.
" I thought... I mean... Are you saying your done with Narnia?" he says surprised.
I nod, but it was a sad and slow nod. I honestly don't know what to think.
"Oh. C'mon Kira" he breathes and I stand up and walk near a big black trashcan.
"Kira. Let's go inside. You are just mad, visiting the psychologist always make you mad" I look at him "Cameron! She is right! Nothing is real! Nothing!" I breathe harshly.
He comes closer and I point a finger at him making him stop "Don't you fucking dare" I say and he raises his hands in defeat "I just think you need a hug" he says and starts to walk closer and I breath and close my eyes.
I feel his warm and strong arms around me and he kisses the top of my head "I am real Kira. I am real" he whispers as he hugs me tightly and I hug back.
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The next day Cameron surprised me with a blue rose. The same roses Peter used to give me on my birthday. At the mention of his name on my own head, I breathed impatiently. Cameron frowned and for the first time I see Cameron roll his eyes. But he rolled his eyes because he knew I thought about Peter, he knew that nothing more could make me happier right now. I looked at the ground and see a bit of his black shoes walk away from me.
I sight and look back at the blue flower and the sweet smell of it.
I see my psychologist appear behind the glass doors. She motioned me to follow her and I did.
My psychologist wasn't the brightest person in the world but I saw a spark in her eyes.
I looked around frowning. I look at the talking Cameron with his hand on the red pole beside him while he smirked at my roommate, Bonnie. I actually felt a strike of jealousy for a bit. Confused I see my psychologist again and she stared at me again. I had no choice but to follow her.
When I got there she raised her finger to her red lips and looked at her sides. She then smiled and she started to walk with my hand in hers. My free hand had the blue flower and I looked at her confused when she opened her black car's door and let me get in for the first time.
After a moment of silence while she drove away from the dull building she stopped and got off the car. She opened my door and I got out a bit hesitant.
"What are we doing here?"
"It's the cemetery. Go on. Visit your mom & dad. I'll wait for you" my eyes widened and I gulped as I look around. Indeed this was a cemetery.
"But Rosie! You'll get in trouble" I exclaim and she smiles a bit "You deserve a bit of alone time, Kira. Go" she moves her hand in the air signaling me to go. I take a step back as I nervously tightened my grip around the bottom of the flower.
"Thank you Rosie" she just nods and gets in the car and just sits there looking straight and waiting. I smile and nod, I understand that I need some time to myself.
I ran past many stones with many names printed into them, but then I see this stone with a old days dress on top. It hanged from the cold stone and I got closer, I touched the silk fabric and noticed that it looked a lot like my dress I had on Narnia.
I gasped and covered my mouth.
It can't be.
It can't.
I smiled as I picked it up and pressed it against my chest hugging the soft green dress.
Oh my lord.
Indeed it is.
I looked at the stone and my breathe caught in my throat. The stone had my mothers name printed into it. A tear escaped my eye but I didn't sob nor any other tear came down my cheek.
If they asked me what I learned in the orphanage is to not cry. Don't ever cry or they'll think that you are weak and controllable.
I learned that the hard way.
I hear a soft purr and I instantly move my eyes scanning my surroundings.
"Kira. My dear child. Come closer" I heard a majestic voice say.
I frown and look behind me a little bit excited to see what called me. But for my surprise there was no one.
I looked back a the gray stone and gently kneeled beside it.
"Oh mom. I miss you. It's been quite a lot of time now" I say touching the rough stone. "I am seventeen now" I say biting my lip.
"One year mom" I whisper. And I bit my lips harder because I wanted to cry so bad, the good thing is that no one was here so I could cry a river if I wanted to.
"Mom, uhm... Narnia. The magical and idiotic world I am obsessed with. Well... My psychologist said that it was only a dream. Only a fantasy" I say sniffing and I hear footsteps behind me. I freeze on my spot and slowly turn behind to look at nothing.
Nothing, thats all there was.
I looked farther and saw the car still parked and my psychologist eating a sandwich. I feel a little bit pressured, she should've not brought me here. This goes against any of the rules.
I look back at the stone and sight, touching with the gem of my fingers the cold, rough stone.
"Now I know why Narnia is not real. Mom, everything real is cruel and dull. Narnia wasn't like that at all" I say standing up and brushing the grass off my pants "Mom. I am actually thinking about colleges now. I- I remember how you always loved the idea of me being in college" I sight again and brush away a tear.
"I am sorry you can't see this mom. I miss you so much" I say gasping for air when I start sobbing. I fall to my knees and cover my face with the silky fabric.
I suddenly feel my body being pulled by a force. They were not hands but wind. This wind brought sand and dirt to my eyes and I covered my head again while I blinked all the dirt out of my eyes.
The wind suddenly stopped and I bring my hands to my closed eyes.
"What the hell?" I say as I open my eyes which stung by the way.
When I fully got my vision I screamed and fell backwards.
I was Not in the cemetery anymore.
I was in a... City?