It's been seven years since that day. Seven years since I opened that little door, only to risk my life to save my parents and the children. In the past seven years, a lot has happened.
My mom and dad opened up a flower shop, along with continuing their catalog, so we've been getting some money. Miss Spink and Forcible are still alive on the bottom floor, but there are more dogs on the wall dressed as angels, and new slobbering dogs in my face whenever I visit. Bobinsky is now doing his mouse circus tour in Russia, but that's all I know.
Then there's Wybie; Wybie is nineteen now, and works at a pizza place downtown. Whenever I order a pizza, he gives me half price, I'm surprised he hasn't been caught yet. Wybie and I have been dating since I was fourteen, and we're still very happy. I don't regret meeting him, but I do regret calling him a stalker years back.
Oh yeah! And the cat; he is now adopted into my home, his name is Noir (French for 'black'), and was confirmed to be nine years old when we did adopt him, according to the vet. He is now sixteen but still pretty healthy. It feels like just yesterday when he was able to talk like a human, but that was in the other world, and I didn't like to think about that. Ever.
I took medication for anxiety and paranoia ever since the incident, but they barely did anything to help. Typical. I was always afraid the door will open magically and the Other Mother would find me, and take me back to the world and sew the buttons. Just thinking about it made me physically ill. But no, the door was still locked shut.
It was now February, the month all this happened. I always got queasy that time of year. I usually would stay away from the living room entirely. My mother noticed and took me to a therapist just a few days later.
The waiting room smelled of old paper and wood, with the colors of mango walls and wooden floors. The chairs were super comfortable at least, they almost made me sleep, but I didn't, instead my mother patted my knee twice when the therapist called my name.
"Coraline? I'm ready to see you."