A New Beginning

Chapter 4

I slept without any dreams , that night. Just as well, because I could only have guessed what terrible nightmares I would have had. Dreams where I probably were a homeless person warming my hands at a fire made in one of those metal bins. Torn and worn clothing that barely covered my black soot covered skin. I get the willies just thinking about it.

The moment I awoke I turned onto my other side and closed my eyes. I didn't want to see what will soon be lost what once mine was. I felt like crying yet there was no tears to shed.

Life is what happens when you are busy making other plans.

These words played over in my head. Why they say it is a inspirational quote , I will never know. It is depressing.

I heard someone banging on my front door. I made crying noises just to make myself feel a little better , but it didn't cast away the image of the sheriff chasing me with only my undies out my own front door. Life is sad.

The banging stopped. I heard a key turning in the lock. Oh gosh. They got a key too. Or what if it's a burglar. Would a burglar have a key?

I threw my duvet over my head and layed as motionless as I could. Hopefully no one will notice me , right? Right?!

I know I said that my life was over. It was just in a moment of weakness. I don't want it to be over. I don't want to die at someone else's hand. I don't want to die at all. Not now , not ever until I'm 99 years old. Maybe 100.

I nearly started to hyperventilate when someone pulled my covers away.

And I did what every girl do when they're scared: I screamed. I think the whole Europe heard me.

"Sophia, " someone said. Even though it sounded oddly familiar I screamed even louder.

First of all they have a key then they know my name. What burglar would do such intense research just for say , a television.

"Sophia, it is me , Sarah."

" Oh. " I said. Now I know what a idiot feels like.

"Hi , how did you get my key?" I sat up and patted my pillow to hide the crimson colour which was sure about to bloom on my face.

"Under the flower pot by your door , which is the most obvious place to hide a key. I cannot understand why people do that." Sarah remarked while inspecting her nails. "Now if you could please be so kind and enlighten me why you haven't answered any of the twelve calls and sixteen text messages I left you? And why are you still in bed? It is past noon!" She exclaimed.

"My life is completely and utterly shattered." I answered to all her questions and felled back against my pillows covering my face from the sun rays streaming in from the curtain which was pulled back by Sarah.

"Come on , " she said. "Your life couldn't possibly that bad as you make it sound. My parent kicked me out when I was fifteen, and I didn't turn our that bad. "

"You are a stripper , " I explained peering at her from under my arm. "I think that is quite bad enough."

"Hey! " she threw me with a pillow. "It is exotic dancer for you , missie. Now come on lets get dressed and go for coffee where you can explain to me why you figure your life is so bad."

She literally pulled me out of bed. I walked out of the room and fell face first on my couch.

"Nah, " I said. " I feel fine here."

She seemed to choose her next few words carefully. "Okay, " she said. "I will go fetch some coffee and pastries but when I come back you should be dressed and all cleaned up. You look like absolute hell." With that she slammed my door.

I only grunted in response.

Sarah was away for what seemed like fifteen minutes from which I haven't moved even a inch. Unless you count the occasional head scratching. Yuck , my hair is dirty. Ah well , who cares.

The door opened.

"Go figure." Sarah said. I think she shook her head. I'm not sure. It did sound like it though. I smirked , no one will...

I shrieked and jumped up. She did not just throw ice cold water on me.

" Oh no , you didn't. "

" Oops , it slipped sorry. I think a nice warm shower and new clean clothes would suffice. " she snickered.

If looks could have killed she would be dead on the floor with a gazillion daggers in her body.

I stumped of to my bathroom where I turned the big spray on.

After the shower I pulled my wet hair in a ponytail and wore some sweats. I would never say this out loud but I am somehow thankful for Sarah. Otherwise I would never have moved from my bed.

I reappeared and the smell from fresh cheese croissants made my belly rumble really loudly.

"Somebody's hungry." Sarah brought me a plate with a steaming croissant in one hand and a cup of strongly brewed coffee in the other.

Yum. I sat down and immediately dug in. After I ate every last crumb and drank every last drop Sarah gave me a expectant look.

I guess I owe her an explanation. So I started telling her my tale from where I was told that I didn't have anything left , everything was about to be taken away and were there was expected of me to live on the streets like a homeless person. By the end of it I was sobbing and spluttering snot all over the world. I am so beautiful when crying (not).

Sarah just nodded and kept handing me tissues. When I stopped she asked:" And what is the bright side? " I gave her a confused look. "Wait , you're saying there is no bright side? But there is always a bright side." She complained.

"Well , " she began. "It is up to me to make life a little brighter. Sometimes I can barely make ends meet financially so you could put your trust fund money to good use if you became my roomie."