How To Kill a Songbird

Chapter 37: A Trama's Reprise

My head hurt after I went through the door. I felt like I was falling at first, but then I felt something soft underneath me. I was confused. Suddenly, I realized I was in reality again. I was in bed. I could have swallowed a spider because my mouth was hanging open slightly. My back and my neck ached. I tried moving my hands because of a mounting fear about what I was doing when Harlow was in my head again. Sure enough, one of my hands was handcuffed to the bedframe like Rick Grimes was in the first episode of "The Walking Dead." I felt something warm next to me. It was a person.

I groaned a little. I sat up as much as I could despite my wrist being handcuffed to the bed. I was able to slide backward to a sitting position. Morgan was dead asleep next to me on her side, facing away from me. I looked down. I still had no clothes on from the night before. I lightly pushed Morgan's shoulder with my free hand. She didn't wake up. I pushed harder.

"Hey, Sabrina the Teenage Witch, wake up!" I said as loud as I could. She still didn't wake up. She just swatted at me with her hand.

"OK, Winnefred Sanderson," I scoffed. I teased her. "Don't make me put a spell on you and kick you out of bed."

"Go away," groaned Morgan. She swatted my hand away and flipped me off.

I used my leg to kick her out of bed, "Come on, Mamma Murphy. I don't need to give you some Jet, Psycho, Med-X, or Mentats to give you The Sight. You know the obvious."

She hit the floor with a thump, "Owww."

"So, are we ignoring the massive elephant in the room?" I smiled as she started to get up. My wrist was hanging limp from the bed.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" she groaned again.

"I don't need a spell, Mal," I smiled. "What I need is an explanation of how I woke up like this."

I shook my hand lightly to emphasize that my hand was cuffed to the bed. The metal jingled due to my movements which was just what I wanted.

She looked towards the sound as she stood up. She wasn't wearing anything. While I appreciated the show, I didn't want to lose circulation in my wrist. Her eyes widened. She grabbed the key from the nightstand and unlocked me from the restraint, "Sorry, Red."

I smiled a bit, "Is that my new nickname?"

Morgan shrugged. She shoved the handcuffs and their key into the nightstand with one deft movement, "Possibly."

I rubbed my wrist. I looked around the room. It wasn't destroyed like last time when I blacked out and Harlow was in my head. It was just how I left it. I hate how he can act like Freddy Kruger.

"What the fuck happened?" I sighed as I got up. I grabbed some clothes from my bag. I went into the master bathroom. It had a walk-in shower with blue tile. The counter layout had dual sinks for a "His" and "Her" style. The toilet had its own closet. I had some of my stuff on the counter I had Old Spice and Secret Clinical deodorant,  my toothbrush and toothpaste, mouthwash, sea salt hair spray, some acne medicine, my Victoria's Secret Pure Seduction Heat lotion, and my Dr. Squatch lotion that I use. I walked over to the shower and turned it on. Morgan followed me in there. She was wearing the robe I threw at her last night.

"Sophia is gone, Ash," she sighed as she leaned against the doorway. "Last night the whole house was woken up because Sophia was screaming. Remember when I mentioned that I had less of an effect on what was going on with her?"

I was in shock. I had to lean against the wall hearing the news. My heart stopped in my chest. I felt like I was stabbed in my spine. I hoped that my memories betrayed me right then and there. The sound of her screams rang in my ears. It triggered a flashback to my last best friend who helped me when it came to him.