Behind The Curtain (Larriet Stylinson)

Chapter Five

A/N:

Hola

Lucyloo xx

Harriet's POV:~

A shower.That's what I need. I need time to think about the events of the past week. Everything that has happened has become a blur and mixture of emotions.

I step one foot at a time into the shower cubicle, testing out the temperature of the water blasting out of the shower head. The loud thrash of the water against my back sends me into a dream like state, my mind drifting off to thoughts of inked skin and red dye.

Louise has been so confusing this week, first off she wanted to be around me and have secret meetings in the music room. But now she doesn't pay any attention to me and has been in the music room with some other curly haired girl, laughing and singing together.

But I'm not jealous.

Not jealous at all.

I mean if Louise wants someone else then she can have someone else. I don't care.

But I do.

Louise is the closest thing I've had to a real friend all my life. I have always been that girl who hangs around in the back light. Unacknowledged by everyone around her. That friend who follows everyone else around, doesn't say anything and barely makes eye contact with anyone. Drama was the only way I could ever express my self in the way I wanted to. I could be my self yet be someone else's character at the same time. I fell in love with the way I could be free from judgment and paranoia. I would practice every night (I still do...) ready for whatever challenge they might throw at us the next day.

Louise is the closest thing I've ever had to a relationship, also. She was gentle, kind and almost loving. But it was a hidden love, like Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet. Kept locked away from prying eyes who just might let out our secret. I had, had dreams some nights, about Louise and I together on cliché beaches, walking in comfortable silence, sneaking glances at one another every now and then. But for the past two days I have had nightmares...

Harriet's Dream

"Lou!?" I yelled over the sounds of banging and scratching.

Pushing my way through the maze of overgrown foliage blocking my path, I managed to come to a clear opening.

"Where am I?" I puzzled. I have never seen this place before not even in a previous dream or a fairy tale.

The opening seemed to lead to another patch of tall, weedy grass and flowers.

"Louise!" I cried at the top of my lungs. I'm not sure why I'm calling out for Louise. But it seems like dream Harriet is desperate for her. Did something happen to her? Is she hurt?

My heels drive hard into the mud and gravel under me. My feet sinking in deeper with every step.

"She's down here you silly girl," a girly, giggly voice echoed around me, like the sky down to the horizon were walls that her voice bounced off.

My head searches my surrounding.

"Down here! Fool!" The voice hissed.

I lower my head to view the sludge I stand upon. Before I can do anything I realise I have already sunk into the mud all the way up to my hips. I scream in the vain hope that someone will hear me. I scream until I am up to my neck in grunge and flies are attacking my mouth, choking me. Once my mouth is covered by the disgusting stuff I give in. I close my eyes and let myself sunk under.

I think it's all over. So why haven't I woken up yet? I'm not in the grunge any more. I know that for sure. I can feel a breeze rack through my body, of which the clothes that accompanied it have been ripped to shreds. I shiver. Opening my eyes reveals a long dark hallway with absolutely nothing in it. Not even a sound dances down the corridor. My feet carry my to the end of the hall. Why am I here? Why am I walking down this hallway? My hand reaches out for the door handle, pushing open the door leads to a bed room. No lights are in this room meaning I cannot see anything in this room but two figures lay on the bed, on top of each other. Strange. Noises of the figures kissing bounce around inside my head at full volume, distorted. I find myself moving over to the figures no matter how hard I tell myself that it's a bad idea,

Dream Harriet really is stubborn, I remark.

The figures, from what I can see, are two women-girls, and they are naked, kissing and kissing and kissing and kissing... The kissing sounds still echoing in my head, getting louder and louder.

"Stop!" My hands clamp over my ears an I drop to the ground, my knees hitting the floor with a bang "Stop!"

I scream "Stop it!"

The girls stop at once. Simultaneously climbing out of bed and hoisting me up. The noises have stopped now and the silence has engulfed me once again. My head rises to look at the girls faces, and immediately I wish I hadn't. The girls are Louise and the curly haired girl. I wrench myself out of their grasp and scream for the millionth time. Falling back over a small rock on the floor. A rock?

"You silly girl," the curly haired girl spat. She was the voice I heard before. "What a fool. "

I clamber to my feet and throw myself down the hallway, attempting to get away. Louise and the girl follow after me, but they do not run like normal humans, they drag themselves down the hall like rag dolls. Tears stain my cheeks as they run endlessly down my face.

The end of the corridor is coming nearer, but there is no door. I use all my might to try and wish a door to appear there. But one doesn't. I hurtle my shoulder at the wall and I fall straight through the wall, hitting my head on the ground at the other side.