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- Author: Liz Kessler
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“What the hell?”
A sound like a gunshot pierces my dream, and I’m bolt upright, shaking,
I look down my body. I seem to be intact. No blood.
A glance around the room. My bedroom door is closed. Did I shut it last
night? Maybe I forgot. That’s it, then. The sound, it was just the door
slamming shut in the wind. Must have left the window open, too.
I squint at the window. It’s closed. The curtains aren’t moving. There’s
no wind, no draft. In fact, as my eyes adjust, I notice there’s nothing. I
mean, nothing at all. Zip.
I’m lying on the floor.
Where’s my bed? Where’s my dresser? My desk? My clothes strewn
across the carpet, thrown off when I went to bed last night?
I try to remember getting into bed. Can’t. I must have been out of it.
My body’s aching all over. Not surprising after a night spent sleeping on
I sit up and stretch. I’m going to kill my brother for this. There’s
messing around and there’s just ridiculous. I mean, stealing my entire
bedroom just for a laugh or to make a point? Well, I’m not laughing — and
what point was he trying to make, exactly? That I sleep too much?
Dad’s always said waking me up is like raising the dead. But even so, it
must have been quite a feat, to remove every piece of furniture in my room
without my knowing about it.
I drag myself to my feet. My legs feel like weights. My body is like a
rag doll. No energy. I can barely stand. I lean against the wall while I try to
figure out what’s going on.
What’s the matter with me? Am I hungover? I try to recall the previous
night. Was there a party? Was I with friends? Did I go out and get wasted?
My mind is coming up with nothing but blanks. Blank, blank, blank.
There’s literally nothing else there.
A cold feeling starts to move around inside me, like a dark storm,
swirling in my belly, gathering pace.
What the hell is going on?
I stumble to the door and reach for the handle. I can’t — can’t get hold
of it. My hands are shaking. I keep missing the handle, slipping — can’t
even feel it. The effort is exhausting me.
OK, this is seriously creeping me out now. I can’t even get hold of a
door handle? I’m in a worse state than I realized. Maybe I’m still drunk.
I need to get out of here. I stand up against the door and call out.
There’s no answer.
A beat, and then I try again.
“OLLY! Mum! Dad!”
A soft echo replies. Then nothing. Silence. No one’s there. No one’s
Where are they all? Why aren’t I with them? What day is it? Is it the
Every question brings on another blank and a rising sense of panic,
scorching through my body like a flash of forked lightning searing through
a night sky.
I force my legs to carry me to the window, where I flop onto the
window seat as I recover from the effort of walking those few steps.
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