Alex's Beginning

Chapter 2

no one had been there to see her do that.

Wait a minute... "Nan!" She shot up onto her feet, and after almost taking another fall into what she believed was 'her' dresser she shot down her stairs and around into the living room. "Nan!" She called out again only to have no response. Her heart wrenched in her chest and she could feel a panic start to brew deep within her stomach. "Nan!"

She fell into the couch and tried to lower her breathing pattern. When it didn't help, she did what her therapist had once told her and put her head between her legs. She could feel the blood rush back up to her head and she didn't even realize that she had been close to fainting. She wished she didn't have such a violent reaction, but she had no idea what was going on and her Nan was gone. She didn't know where she was, why she was here, and why the hell she looked like this.

After a few very long minutes, she slowly lifted up her head and was happy to see that her vision stayed stationary. She looked back into her hands that were so very foreign to her and not her own and she could feel a vague sense of panic begin to rise up within her. She shoved it violently back and got up. She needed to get up and out of this weird apartment-house-thing. Maybe if she could figure out where exactly she was then maybe she could get back home.

She threw herself back up the stairs and fell onto on the middle step. She almost went back down to the ground, but just managed to grab the railing to gain her footing. Once she got it back she went up into her room and paused for a long moment. She didn't even know this room, and it felt so weird and almost... invasive. She was going through someone else's clothes and room and life. However, if it meant that she could get back home then she would have to do it.

She walked over to the closet and opened the door and paused for a completely different reason. "Oh wow..." She said as she looked over the gorgeous clothing that was within this closet. Seriously, this was some of the best clothing she's ever seen. Seriously, if it wasn't for the fact that this was completely wrong - in pretty much every sense of the word. Then she would just be utterly in love with everything within this apartment.

She looked through all of the shirts and found one near the back that made her laugh. She pulled it out and she liked it since it wasn't just the fact it made her laugh, but the fact that it wasn't made in a fabric that made her feel cheep. Earth Without Art is just "Eh". She couldn't help but giggle. Seriously, what did this poor girl do for a living? As she walked down the hallway to the front door she saw a wallet on the table and opened it up, curious to see the life of the woman she had stolen.

Okay, let's see... Her name is Alexandria Harper, eighteen years old, she was born in America - well, at least she could bond over that. She had some debit cards in the wallet, which would be great if it wasn't for the fact that she didn't know any of the pin numbers. She went back into the hall and went through the opposite door from the living room and found it to be the living room. She looked around at all the little knickknacks and couldn't help but giggle at most of them. They were funky and totally personal, she could see it. Things that were so close to a person that could tell a million different things about a person.

As she walked around the kitchen she could see that if it wasn't for the fact she had - technically - stolen the woman's life they would be best friends. They were just so similar. It was definitely the life that she sometimes dreamed of having. She paused when she got to the fridge and looked over all the small little sticky notes. Some of them were simple 'remember to pay the bills!' others gave as much detail of Alex's life as the knick knacks, 'remember to send your transcript to your editor'.

So, this Alex was a writer. That's way more than cool. She wanted to be a writer someday too, if she was honest. Some days she didn't think she had enough skills, and others she seemed to meet the right people. She was about to turn away when a couple of numbers caught her attention. 'PIN numbers: 1823, 2567'. She grabbed the little piece of paper with a noise of triumph. Okay, so now she had money which was always a good thing to have.

"I promise oh dear Alex I will not abuse this money, and if I can in some way, I will pay you back." She said as she pressed her hands together and looked up to the ceiling as if she was praying. "Okay, now let's try and figure out what's going on..." She opened the door only to pause. "Right, key..." She looked back at that little table and saw some keys in a cute little blue bowl. "Oh yeah, there we go." Thankfully there weren't too many keys on the chain so it didn't take her long to lock the door.

Hey, she wasn't going to be rude. She wasn't going to be inconsiderate and leave the door open so that someone could rob Alex's apartment. Seriously, her parents raised her better. Alright now that she has everything sorted, or at least that she's aware of. She had grabbed a great leather jacket from the closet as well. She slipped it on and walked down the stairs of the complex.