Singapur

Chapter 2 : Woke

Then blah blah blah, you read the first chapter you know what happened soooo moving on.

"Katharine Ihr Essen wird kalt!" A voice shouted from beyond the door

"Yes, I am coming!" I shouted back, my hands having already rushed straight to my temples, ready to respond at any signs of further aggravation. God damn looks like even in this world my family is just as impatient,  do they think I am some robo.... wait a sec. My eyes glance over to the clock only to see the number 7:00 stare back indifferently at me.

Hold up... I rubbed my eyes so hard, I am pretty sure I needed glasses after this, didn't the clock say 6:50 literarily 5 seconds ago??? Did my recollection seriously just take 10 min??? I swear JC is really making me lose track of time.

Okay okay but back to reality. Right now, I am sucked in this weird dream/world/dreamworld where everyone got brain damage and started speaking german for god knows what reason. I need to first understand what the hell happened to the world and the only way I can answer this question is by asking my quote on quote "family" about it. Okay so here's the plan you walk down and go to the dining area to eat your breakfast. While you are eating breakfast calmly and I repeat calmly, at this point I was basically shouting into the void which was my brain, ask them about what is going on got it? I flick my temples for good measure. Good time to go down.

With my internal stability secured, I decided action was now required. Thus with caution, I start to edge the door open but by bit. At first, it was just a crack, the light of the outside streaming in only as golden threads. But as I pushed the door ever further outwards, I could feel my blood pressure rapidly rising, the doorknob getting ever slicker by the minute. Come on you can do it just a little bit more.

All I heard next was a loud thump. My hand already slippery from the sweat finally lost all sense of friction and slid clean off the knob landing heavily on the hard wooden floor below followed shortly by an even louder thump as my chin follow suit. Then silence.

While the surrounding may be silent, within me I was buzzing with activity. The pain while excruciating made me feel oddly energized. Who knows maybe I am a masochist?  But who cares energy is energy and I am gonna use it anyways. Thus with this newfound energy, I immediately bounced back up. My eyes quickly surveying every inch of the outside with every swivel of my head. Seeing that the only things weird, like the entire staircase being spiral with ornate copper fixtures hugging the sides of it instead of being you know a normal staircase, being nowhere as weird as to that of seeing my brother's drastic changes, I heave a sigh of relief.

Right now momentum was the key and no way am I gonna squander this temporary respite.

Thus, with one foot at a time, I boldly marched down the stairs. The feeling of coldness on my feet doing nothing to deter my warmness within. Indeed I felt fearless, invulnerable as if nothing could stop me from achieving my goal.

Finally, after eons of wandering, I have at long last reached the end of the stairs. Ignoring the"extreme" makeover that my living room went through, I quickly orient my head to face the breakfast table. In my mind, I was starting to have doubts over my decision. Maybe if I had stayed in bed longer I would have magically woken up from this weird-ass dream. Maybe if I had just gone back to sleep I would have woken back into my world willy nilly. Maybe I should have slapped the shit out of my "brother" when I saw how much he transformed and maYBe just mayBe I would have SUPer sayaned out oF THis WOrld mayBE.....

A muffled piak reverberated around the room as my hand connected with my face. With the additional input of pain swiftly quashing any doubts, my mind once again realigned itself to the task at hand. I knew it was already too late anyway, I had chosen this path and the only way left was forward.