Chapter 3: Memories
Note: Well, I didn't really know where to go from there, so I changed it and made it that Charlotte dreamed about it *smart look* Then I know where to go from there...
"Aaah!" Charlotte woke up, startled, feeling someone's breath on her face, someone's hands on her shoulders, shaking her lightly.
She screamed again, and opened her eyes.
"Shhh, it's just me. Calm down sweetie," The sweet voice said, and stopped shaking her.
"It's just a dream, you're here, safe with me."
"Where?!" Charlotte demanded, looking around the room.
Stricken as a helpless animal.
"The apartment," Tanya's voice was soothing. "Remember?"
"Oh, yeah." Obviously still confused, Charlotte stood up, becoming aware of her surroundings.
"Bad dream?" Tanya asked sweetly, and got off the bed. Noticing Charlotte's nightdress was soaked with sweat.
"The worst." Charlotte whispered, walking over to the window, looking over the city. Seattle never seemed to sleep.
"Want to talk about it?" She already knew the answer, and wondered why she even asked.
"No." The answer was short, and sharp.
Charlotte never talked about her dreams, she'd act like nothing happened the next morning, while she had been screaming her lungs out just a few hours before.
"Okay sugar, I'll be in the next room." Tanya said and headed towards the door.
"Tanya?" Charlotte didn't take her eyes of the street below.
"Yes?"
"Stay with me." Her voice sounded soft, and young.
So unlike the girl Tanya knew. Charlotte never shared her feelings, but she was the sweetest roommate a girl could ask for.
Every morning before she left for work, Tanya would take a shower, and come back to the kitchen, finding Charlotte there sitting at the table and a huge plate of pancakes or toasts before her. Charlotte loved to watch Tanya eat them, while getting ready for her own job as a counsellor.
Tanya slowly went back over to Charlotte and hugged her.
After a while Charlotte pulled back and nestled under the sheets, Tanya snuggled in with her and stroked her hair until she fell asleep.
"Morning," Charlotte didn't look up from the newspaper, looking for unusual stuff.
Tanya grabbed a cup of coffee and started working on the huge pile of waffles Charlotte had managed to cook up while she was in the shower.
"Meunin' humph" She took a large bite of the yummy breakfast.
Charlotte's eyes widened as she read a title.
"Freaks in centre of Seattle," she read out loud "Look Tannie, it's about us!" She said, laughing.
"I'm no freak!" Tanya shot back at her, and giggled.
Charlotte didn't pay much attention to the story, until a few words caught her attention.
"Weird dog-like animal caught," she said, amused by the stories some drunk lads could come up with.
Her eyes went to the end of the story.
"Pictures on page 9." She flipped through the pages, and gasped at what she saw. Joshua, the first, the most special.
A wave of memories hit her: running through the corridors, laughing with Mathias and their friend, Thomas, stopping at some weird cage. A dog-like person sitting there, crying softly. Mathias pulling her on, still laughing. That night she had asked about the dog-like thing, and Thomas had told her it was the first one. A special one. Without a barcode.
"I got to go!" She said, grabbing her purse and running to the door.
"Where are you." Tanya tried to ask, but the door slammed close.
Well, what did you think? Please leave a review! :)
Note: Well, I didn't really know where to go from there, so I changed it and made it that Charlotte dreamed about it *smart look* Then I know where to go from there...
"Aaah!" Charlotte woke up, startled, feeling someone's breath on her face, someone's hands on her shoulders, shaking her lightly.
She screamed again, and opened her eyes.
"Shhh, it's just me. Calm down sweetie," The sweet voice said, and stopped shaking her.
"It's just a dream, you're here, safe with me."
"Where?!" Charlotte demanded, looking around the room.
Stricken as a helpless animal.
"The apartment," Tanya's voice was soothing. "Remember?"
"Oh, yeah." Obviously still confused, Charlotte stood up, becoming aware of her surroundings.
"Bad dream?" Tanya asked sweetly, and got off the bed. Noticing Charlotte's nightdress was soaked with sweat.
"The worst." Charlotte whispered, walking over to the window, looking over the city. Seattle never seemed to sleep.
"Want to talk about it?" She already knew the answer, and wondered why she even asked.
"No." The answer was short, and sharp.
Charlotte never talked about her dreams, she'd act like nothing happened the next morning, while she had been screaming her lungs out just a few hours before.
"Okay sugar, I'll be in the next room." Tanya said and headed towards the door.
"Tanya?" Charlotte didn't take her eyes of the street below.
"Yes?"
"Stay with me." Her voice sounded soft, and young.
So unlike the girl Tanya knew. Charlotte never shared her feelings, but she was the sweetest roommate a girl could ask for.
Every morning before she left for work, Tanya would take a shower, and come back to the kitchen, finding Charlotte there sitting at the table and a huge plate of pancakes or toasts before her. Charlotte loved to watch Tanya eat them, while getting ready for her own job as a counsellor.
Tanya slowly went back over to Charlotte and hugged her.
After a while Charlotte pulled back and nestled under the sheets, Tanya snuggled in with her and stroked her hair until she fell asleep.
"Morning," Charlotte didn't look up from the newspaper, looking for unusual stuff.
Tanya grabbed a cup of coffee and started working on the huge pile of waffles Charlotte had managed to cook up while she was in the shower.
"Meunin' humph" She took a large bite of the yummy breakfast.
Charlotte's eyes widened as she read a title.
"Freaks in centre of Seattle," she read out loud "Look Tannie, it's about us!" She said, laughing.
"I'm no freak!" Tanya shot back at her, and giggled.
Charlotte didn't pay much attention to the story, until a few words caught her attention.
"Weird dog-like animal caught," she said, amused by the stories some drunk lads could come up with.
Her eyes went to the end of the story.
"Pictures on page 9." She flipped through the pages, and gasped at what she saw. Joshua, the first, the most special.
A wave of memories hit her: running through the corridors, laughing with Mathias and their friend, Thomas, stopping at some weird cage. A dog-like person sitting there, crying softly. Mathias pulling her on, still laughing. That night she had asked about the dog-like thing, and Thomas had told her it was the first one. A special one. Without a barcode.
"I got to go!" She said, grabbing her purse and running to the door.
"Where are you." Tanya tried to ask, but the door slammed close.
Well, what did you think? Please leave a review! :)