Not Your Average Fairytale

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

            “What is that?” Wynter asked, staring at the messages.

            “It was on her phone when I opened it,” Ashleigh explained quickly.

            “Do we reply?” the dark hair girl asked.

            “No, let’s just call the hospital,” Ashleigh said. She quickly typed in Rosalyn’s passcode 7-6-7-3.

            This isn’t something doctors can help you with.

            The message suddenly appeared, almost as if the person had read their minds. Ashleigh froze again.

            “Maybe we should reply,” Wynter suggested.

            “What if whoever is sending these did this to her?” Ashleigh retorted.

            “At least they know what’s going on!” Wynter grabbed the phone from Ashleigh’s hands and began to type a reply.

            Who is this?

            She pressed send before handing the phone back to Ashleigh. “They can’t do anything with that,” Wynter pointed out.

            “What even makes you think they’ll—“ The other girl was cut off by the sudden sound of the phone going off again.

            It doesn’t matter who this is. Listen, I know this is a lot to ask, but something bad has happened to Rosalyn and I need your help.

            “That’s it, I’m calling an ambulance,” Ashleigh said, pulling out her own phone.

            “Can’t we just give this person a chance?” Wynter argued. “They knew we were coming. Doesn’t that tell you something?”

            “They won’t even tell us their name!” Ashleigh yelled. Wynter fell silent. Ashleigh was usually pretty shy and quiet, and when she yelled, you knew you had done something wrong.

            “Listen, just one more question,” Wynter offered. She didn’t say anything, just nodded, looking down.

            What happened to her? We came here and she was passed out.

            They waited a few minutes for the reply in a tense silence. “She’s keeping a steady pulse,” Wynter said quietly. “I think she may be fine for now.” The phone dinged again, and both of them dove to look at it.

            I’m going to have to explain, and I warn you, what I’m about to say is going to sound crazy. But just hear me out before you call anyone.

            Wynter looked over at Ashleigh, who nodded again.

            What is it?

            They sent out the message and waited again for the person to reply.

            Rosalyn is under a sleeping curse.

            “This is stupid,” Ashleigh said, throwing the phone aside.

            “You didn’t even finish reading, there was more!” Wynter replied.