Dreaming for freedom

Chapter 9

 Hey Back Again And Ready To be Met with some more Doom and Disaster? I hope so! Here I'd like to put the quote of this book, Drastic times call for drastic measures. Which is something I'd say is a Very Bad Idea, if yu read on . . .

" I was horrible to her, " I heard someone whimper, " Oh Grannie, it was all my fault that she got hurt, I was horrid! And now . . ."

I opened my eyes and saw I was back in the beautiful little bedroom, my head on the same soft pillow, on the squashy blue bed. 

La illah ha illalah!

I sighed, some peace maybe? I brought up my hand to touch my forehead and instead I felt a huge lump. I squealed, it felt like my head was burning the second I touched it. My hair was stuck onto my head with sweat, and my clothes felt too tight.

I could still hear the crazily annoying cries," Oh Grannie, it's terrible what I did. Terrible! " 

And then the voice bursted into tears. 

Shut up nutty girl! Shut UP! 

I jerked my head off the pillow  and stared at the two figures in front of me. 

Jane and Harriet.

Jane was sighing at Harriet, her brows creased in a frown, and Harriet had tears pouring down her cheeks, her nose red and miserable. 

Jane twisted her head around to see I was awake, sitting bolt upright, my head was a volcano erupting, steam pouring out of it, burning lava gushing out . . .

I shuddered, why was I going crazy?!?

Jane smiled at me," Darling, you're awake! " 

She hurried to the whit cupboard and grabbed a small glass bottle, and a large orange container.

She saw me stare at the containers.

" You wondering what it is honey? " She sounded just as jolly but a little uptight and loud as if she was trying to block something," Well honey, the glass jar has some colourless headache medicine, instant of course and the orange one's got our homemade ointment and cure  for . . . "

I heard muffled gasps for air and turned my gaze to Harriet.

" I'm - so, sorry for being a horrible person, " cried Harriet, " I don't want anything to happen to you - "

" It wasn't your fault, it's alright, " I cut in, " What was that black square thing in your hallway? "

I turned to Jane.

She returned to her normal self," That's a phone, honey. "

That explains a lot.

" Fone? " I felt annoyed, this was stupid, if they wanted to speak another language then I just wasn't having it!

Harriet stopped crying, " You don't know, " she said, she wiped her tears and sat on my bed, her golden hair was twisted into elaborate braids, her eyes full of sweetness.

Tentatively, she reached for my hair. Before I could help it I flinched back from the softness of her fingers.

Her eyes filled with remorse, pleading with me. At last I repeated," What's a phone? "

Jane said softly," Only Eddie can tell you that. Lie down, let me put these on. "

I'd forgot she was here! I looked at her, confused. Eddie?

Then I lied down, trying not to winced as she lathered green stuff onto my forehead with a gentle motherly hand, which made the pain fade away almost instantly. Would my mother's hands have been so gentle, so loving ?