Chapter 2: And then you realize it's real
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I felt like I was going crazy; my mind kept telling me it was all a joke, but I just had this horrible crushing feeling that something is very wrong with this picture.
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Back in the house I searched it for Billy (or anyone else that might've showed up in the house), but he wasn't there, so I made myself some scrambled eggs and went up to Bella's room after eating them and washing the dishes trying to keep my mind off of what happened today. There I sat on the edge of the bed and thought about it, nevertheless. It was useless to run from it anyway.
It started perfectly normal. Then I fell asleep on set and all went a bit wonky from when I woke up. I really did appreciate the experience as an actor, but now it was just getting creepy and unsettling. I craved some normality so I picked up my phone and opened the directory and searched for 'Mum'. I pressed the call button and waited impatiently for her to pick up.
After ringing three times a cheery voice greeted me: "Hi, honey! I was wondering when you'll call me again."
My brains shut down for a second unable to process the voice that was clearly not my mother's.
"Hello? Bella, are you still there?" The voice asked, concerned now.
"Sorry, I must've gotten the wrong number." I said, my voice barely recognisable and raspy. I hit the red button and checked the number again; I definitely called 'Mum', or at least someone labelled as her… I watched at the unfamiliar number displayed under the name. What the fuck? Did someone mess with my phone? Quickly I scrolled through other names in the directory.
"This can't be right…" I murmured to myself, slightly freaked out now; all the names were different or if they were the same, like 'Mum' was, the number was completely wrong. The thing was this really was my phone; everything else was the same, familiar.
My hands shook as I dialled my mother's real number from memory and pressed the 'call' button again. It didn't even ring once before I was told by an annoying voice that the number I called doesn't exist. My breath was coming in short and panicked breaths while I dialled the number again and again hoping I messed up a number or something; Nothing.
No, no, no, no, no! This can't be happening…
As a last straw of hope I carefully dialled my father's number and waited as the phone finally did rang. This time a male voice answered. "Hullo?" Seriously?!
"Um… May I get John Stewart, please?" Please, please, please… I chanted in my head.
"I'm sorry, I don't know any Stewart…" the male voice said.
"Are you sure?" I couldn't help but ask.
"Yes, miss. No John Stewart here…"
"Alright…" I said reluctantly. "Sorry to bother you, sir."
"That's alright. Goodbye." He said before ending the call.
"Bye." I said to the dead phone. Shit! A feeling of dread came over me. I felt like my world shifted in its axes and failed to return to its original position properly. And I was the only one noticing it apparently. But I refused to succumb to my panic just yet so I did what every modern human being looking for information would; I googled – myself.
Unfortunately all that got me was many links, but none of them were of 'Kristen Stewart'. I was sure this couldn't be right; not to brag or anything but I was fairly sure I was a well-known actor and was sure there were a few pages about me on the internet. Well at least they were before I fell asleep today, you know… in the normal world. And thus my conclusion; I was screwed!
I know, I know - this one's really short... Sorry
Tell me how I did anyway, please :)
