My Meeting With The Devil

Chapter Four

♡ Chapter Four - Dream or Reality? ♡  

  The familiar sound of her boots on the pavement rung through the air once again. She was on her way back to the coffee shop. She grabbed the handle of the door, swinging it open, releasing the sound of the bell which filled the store.  It was always the same every day. She knew what to expect, how to feel. She did not want to be left in the dark again. 

Each step was almost exactly as the day previous as she walked up to the counter. The worker turned around and a look of surprise washed across her face.

"Oh hi, Adelaide." She smiled. "How are you feeling after yesterday?" 

"Yesterday?" Adelaide questioned.

"Yeah, uh, you seemed like something scared you." Her eyes shifted to the ground slightly. "You were very defensive." Adelaide was confused. Was it a dream? She couldn't help but start questioning everything again. The worker waved their hand in attempts to get her attention.

"Oh yeah, sorry, I am okay." She said snapping out of her thoughts. "I was listening to an audiobook. A horror." She tried to laugh it off. "I suppose I just got too into the story."

"Oh of course." The worker laughed along and suddenly the air felt a little bit clearer. "So it's the regular I assume?" She asked and Adelaide nodded with a smile.

She stepped over to the side counter to wait. So what happened here really happened? She thought to herself, but what abou- her thoughts were cut off when her coffee was placed on the ledge. 

"Thanks." She grabbed the cup and walked over towards her seat. As she sat in the all too familiar chair she wondered to herself what was real and was not. Her head resting in her hand while the other tapped the side of her mug. She looked out the window into the semi-busy street. The memories were tangled inside her mind, the real and the fake. The pain from that night intertwined with the feeling of the wind hitting her face on the roof. How the fall felt so real, so peaceful. In one way or another magical. Her memories of that day vanished in that moment of flight, her body was filled with a new feeling, a feeling of freedom. 

She picked up her mug and took a long swig of the coffee sitting inside. She set the mug down and looked at the bookshelf beside her. So many great reads she thought as she scanned the wall. Her eye was caught by one though, a book that was sticking out just a few centimeters. She stood up and walked over to it, crouching in front of it. She looked over to the spine of the book, reading of the title. Her heart dropped. It was the same book she had read yesterday. Her hand shot up grabbing the book and flipping through the pages, nothing. She sighed. Turning towards the bookshelf she slid the book back into place. 

She back down in her seat. Am I going crazy? Surely that couldn't have been a coincidence? Adelaide looked at the table thinking to herself when something caught her eye. What is that? She looked closer at the table. There was a slight indication, were they, were they words?  They were hard to make out. She ran to the counter, "Do you guys happen to have a paper and a pen I could borrow for a moment?" She asked in a panic.

"Uh yeah." The worker looked confused but got the paper anyways, passing it over the counter to Adelaide. 

"Thanks." She smiled and quickly ran back to her seat. She put the paper down on top of the indents and scratched over it all with the pencil. Words began to form. Thank you nancy drew. She smiled to herself. Looking down at the paper she could see the words clearer. 

Ready for that pain to go away, or do you need