The minute she entered the café, the familiar smell of coffee and old paper encased her. Without stopping to order anything, she went and sat at her usual spot towards the back of the café and took out the Harry Potter and The Prisoner of Azkaban Book she had kept under the glass table the last time she was there and continued from where she left off.
A few minutes later a pretty blonde waitress came up to her and said, "The usual I presume Niaomi?". Niaomi looked up from her book and smiled at the waitress. "Yes. Thank you Sarah" she replied. "Be back in a mo" said the blonde and left. Niaomi continued reading her book and soon a fresh plate of butter croissant and a hot cup of hot chocolate was kept in front of her. "On the house as usual" said Sarah. "Thanks Darling. If only you were free as well..." she said cheekily with a wink. Sarah laughed at the comment and replied, "If only" with a wink of her own.
Sarah was the 20 year old daughter of the owner of the café. It was after Niaomi had saved her life one night from a druggie on the street, that her and Sarah formed a sisterly bond over a huge tub of Ben and Jerry's Ice Cream and complaining about books. After the incident, Sarah's parents insisted that she visit their café-library and forced the stick-thin and starved girl to eat and since then they give her food and drinks for free whenever she came to the café.
Sarah went back to the register to attend to the other customers and left the young girl whom she considered her little sister, alone to enjoy her book, which she was re-reading for the 10th time.
Two hours later Niaomi finally looked up from the now finished book and stretched. She looked down at her cracked wrist watch and saw that it was 10:30 a.m. . She decided it was time to leave and finish grocery shopping for the she-devil that lived at her house. She said bye to Sarah and left the café. After triple checking everything on her list she left the grocery shop and went back home. After unpacking the groceries she went back to her room and decided to try and get some sleep.
She was running. She was wearing torn clothes and her limbs were covered in cuts and bruises. She tripped on a tree root and face planted into the ground. Her surroundings were familiar but vague, like a description from a book but one she could not recollect.
The dementors were closing in on her, she felt a chill in the air and let out a batted breath. She had no more energy left in her as she felt her worst memories of her mother flash in front of her. She gave up and the dementors grew closer and closer and one swooped in front of her and held her neck with its long, bony hand and tightened its grip, choking her. It opened what she assumed was its mouth and she lay limp accepting her tragic fate when she heard a sound coming from the dementor. Beep beep. Beep beep.
What the...?!!!
In which world did a dementor say beep beep? The fuck?!
Her eyes snapped open and realization hit her like a wall of bricks. She groaned as she rubbed the sleep out of eyes and hit her alarm clock. She squinted her as she read the time and it showed 6:15 p.m. 'Why did I put an alarm for 6:15 again?' she thought.
Then she remembered she had to make dinner for her mother, as she whipped off her moth-eaten blanket and attempted to run down to the kitchen before realizing that her mother would return late that night and she had time. She heaved a sigh of relief and slowly went down the stairs to avoid making the pain in her legs worse after her mother forcefully twisted her ankle the day before yesterday because according to her, Niaomi was walking too slowly and that twisting her ankle was a lesson to learn to not walk so slowly. 'Where does the stupid bitch get her logic from? I think it's the alcohol or the fact that the bitch couldn't pass 10th grade" she laughed at the thought. She then made dinner, ate some of it and left the rest in the fridge.
She went back to her room and took out the Harry Potter and The Goblet of Fire book she had borrowed from the library and began to read knowing that sleep would not coming to her anytime soon. At around 11 'o' clock she heard her mother drunkenly stumble into the house and go towards the kitchen. After an hour or so she heard silence and discerned that her mother was asleep. She went back to her book and the time flew by as she imagined herself to be part of the world she wished was real and escaped her nightmare of a reality, if only for a while.
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That's the second chapter Darlings!!! Let me know what you think....
Nightmare scene inspired by @Emekasign
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