Our Happily Ever After Fantasy {h.s} (#JustWriteIt #Wattys2015)

Chapter 6

Sarah's P.O.V

I wake up, my head throbbing in pain. Muscles all over my body ached so badly, I think I might fall face flat if I try to get out of bed. I let out a groan as I move my feet to the side, hitting the wooden end of my bed. I hear the door creak and my head wings to the direction.

Julie walks in with a cup of orange juice, an omelette and some cutlery stacked on top of a silver tray. 

"Hey, I just came back home for lunch to check on you. And to make this just in case you couldn't get out of bed, or was too lazy too."

"Thanks," I say with a smile. But instead of saying it with my usual voice. I sound like some reached down my throat and tied my vocal cords into knots. 

"I can stay to look after you for the rest of the day, if you want. I don't feel comfortable leaving you alone."

"I'll be fine. Don't worry too much about me."

"I also called your work today. They said you can take a few days off, you just have to be back in 2 days."

"I think I can go back tomorrow. I'll feel a little better soon."

"I'm gonna be late if I don't leave now. But are you sure you can be alone right now?"

"Yeah of course," I say with a smile. As she leave my rooms I whisper the words "I always am."

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Today I decided to go back to work. My body had stopped aching and I could walk without wincing every second. I carelessly threw on some jeans and an oversized flannel. My mind wonders what has happened over on the other side of the portal. Has time moved? Has anything changed at all? 

As I step outside the cold air smacks my face, I let out a sharp breathe. My hands begins to turn really cold as I shove them into the pockets of my jeans. I began to walk to the train station, careful to avoid any alleys. I feel like since the attack I'm more aware of my surroundings. I see creepy men gazing at me, feeling so paranoid I take my phone out from my bag and put it in my pocket with my hand over speed dial 1, the cops. 

"Hey Sarah, how are you? We've missed you so much." I am repeatedly greeted with this same phrase. It feels nice to know that some people will take the time out of their busy days just to acknowledge your presence. I drop my bag in its usual spot. I didn't really have a reason to go into the storage room so I just clipped my name tag onto my shirt and began to help customers.

I was getting very tired and I'm ecstatic to get off work in 20 minutes. I'm contemplating whether or not to slip into the storage silently to check the portal or just not visit till tomorrow. I decided on the earlier option. Turning my head sideways quickly to check if anyone was around, they were all too busy packing things away, cleaning the floors and re-arranging the hangers. My hand reaches for the door handle and push the door open quietly, slipping in. 

The boxes were lined and stacked neatly along the walls. They were a lot more organised than the last time I was here. My eyes drift to the floor trying to find which floorboard contained the entrance to the secret world. Everything was the same, I put my hands into the substance and it turns into a whirlpool, sucking me into a pit of darkness.

I'm back in the attic with the same dirty clothes. My dream enters my mind for the first time today. I cautiously walk towards the exit, still not used to the scenery just yet. 

I wander around trying to stay out of people's way. I don't think I play a big part in this whole new world thing, because people seem to always be ignoring. I guess I don't have to work as much. My curiosity gets the better of me as I stop abruptly in front of Francesca's room. I lightly knock on the door. "Come in."