Lost in Worlds

Avery's World Turns Upside Down

Avery had anxiety attacks often; her stomach would churn inside and out, her face would flush and she would become a huge blob-fish, full of jelly legs.

This time she forgot to breathe. At night, during a dream, her life flashed before her eyes, and everything came into balance. This was it. She would die tonight and never set foot on Earth again.

During these cases, Avery liked to imagine her house, no home, only house, and imagine every room had something she loved or liked inside it.

She was walking down the cleaned driveway, pebbles laid out on the driveway with growing vegetables and fruits fresh as a mint, ready for harvest. They made the house gates of pure silver, a soothing colour. The fire was flaming at the bottom of the garden and as she walked down the wooden steps to the fire pit all her party friends began singing Happy Birthday. In tune with a harmony involved.

Happy Birthday, you smell, happy birthday go to hell, I never want to see your face again, happy..........

No! Calm down, Avery, her mind forced her to think positively.

A dog, their dog! Their dog was racing around in the courtyard. He had slipped his clutch, as her brother liked to say.

Brother! She had a brother.

Their front door had a frame surrounded with blooming roses and kangaroo paw and as she took that first step onto the welcoming mat and into the house, something she noticed made her heart stop.

Fashioned perfectly on the table, surrounded by Aelin, Rowan, Rhys, Feyre, Cassian, Azriel, Mor, Amren, Elain and Nesta, was dinner. All of them from both the series she and Connor loved!

A Court of Thorns and Roses series and the Throne of Glass series.

Both written by the same author who was sitting at the head of the table, Sarah J Maas. I placed the food they consumed daily in the series throughout the long table. Glass windows with silk curtains were blowing in the winds as if watching, begging for a taste.

Tea, cheese and biscuits were on the other kitchen table with her loving parents and the rest of her admirable family claiming the seats surrounding it all.

Their dog, her dog, came racing through the doggy flap from the laundry to greet the book characters seated at the first kitchen table. His tail was wagging ferociously as he jumped and growled playfully with Aelin's puppy, Fleetfoot, who was from the book.

Avery made an exciting bow at the table as everyone from the first table stood up to greet her. They all lined up in order of favourites as Avery walked up to Rhys, who had his wings spread wide as an eagle's.

She whispered in his ear, "Isn't it a shame for Rowan, whose hawk wingspan isn't as large as yours, much to the satisfaction for Feyre and dismay for frowning Aelin. Because you know how the wingspan of your Faerie creatures corresponds to the size of, well, other special parts."

Avery winked afterwards, causing Rhys to form a hungry wild grin at Feyre, and they teleported elsewhere.

Much to the safety of Avery's existence, no one else heard their little dirty conversation, apart from Rowan who was blushing sitting next to the beautiful Aelin, his wife/mate.

They all immersed into the dining room filled with flowers in vases and a painted silver top ash wood table.

The living room, next to the dining room, conveyed its beautiful slate grey carpet as my childhood photos played on the TV and every book character sat down to admire the shown memories.

Fleetfoot and my dog, Fenrys (named after a wolf character of the Throne of Glass series) stormed upstairs followed by my party friends.

In my dad's room surrounded by bookcases of silver top ash wood and unfolded, washed clothing, was his own father laying there, on the bed.

He was comfortable, almost asleep, as if the world grasped around him entirely. My dad's hands were reaching out to him.

Avery had never met him, dad's dad died before she was born, in fact, she had no more grandpas as mum's dad only passed away, because of terminal cancer, a few years ago. Avery believed bonding with both of them was great after mum's dad appeared in the room. They were both so fragile; they died at such young ages.

Mum's dad was constantly in battle mode, fighting to survive longer than expected, but when she was in Year 4, he had his last Christmas. Avery always regretted spending no or little time with him. It was something she could never get over or forget, but would always have to 'get used to it.'

Along the corridor leading to the main bathroom covered in blue and white patterned tiles were paintings and drawings from my childhood.

In one, I was holding my favourite toy, a monkey called Darcy. My sister held doggy, her favourite toy. Trees and shrubs, covered in blooming flowers of sorts, articulated the background.

My party friends peered at it in awe and excitement. Perhaps this made them care for me, or maybe it faked it, similar to my smile and laughs.

Monty and Fleetfoot raced past my family's rooms as they entered my room.

A rainbow painted-clothes cupboard, a king-sized bed and a silk coloured bookcase filled with every book I loved, furnished my room. Then again, this was all just Avery's imagination. Real life was very different, worse even. So bad she couldn't be-

Her brain came to its senses, and she alarmingly sprang up from her pillow, remembering everything as it all came flooding back to her.

The figure was back, dark as depression as night. Ready to kill her. With wise words, it manipulated her mind and controlled her death with cunning wildness. NO, NO! Stop.

Avery shot up from her sitting position and peered at her single bed and her white, colourless, emotionless cupboard. She didn't focus long on the design of her plain room as she noticed the unusual absence of silence.

There was a peculiar buzzing noise raging from above the vent. It was becoming louder. Was this still inside her head? What was happening! Was the figure appearing again?

The roof creaked just as a beehive escaped from inside the vent and out into the world. Avery opened her mouth to scream, but nothing came out, only emptiness. Just emptiness. Like her fading heart. 

A/N:

Hi peeps,

Oof. 4 parts so far. I have assessments coming up so you mightn't see many parts for a while. But I'm working on chapter 5 and it's turning out pretty good if I do say so myself. How is life? I just spent the day on a boat, kneeboarding, cliff jumping and biscuiting and stuff. 

Biscuiting is like riding a floatable device at the back of the boat and like being flung in the air and stuff. Just thought I'd let you know :) haha. 

Oh and all respects go to Sarah J Maas for her book called Throne of Glass. (An amazing book). I recommend it so much and also her other series called A Court of Thorns and Roses which I love equally. 

Love you all. 

Ali <3