Page 21 of Wings of The Wraith
Chapter 4
Alyssa
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My eyes fluttered openand I bolted upright.
I was back in that bed. The bed in the room down the hall. I was back here again. Not at home.
I looked around the room. It was different. The colors had changed. Instead of the white and beige colors that were previously in here, it was dark green.
Forest green.
But I knew it was the same room.
The window flung open and I sucked in a sharp breath as a little owl flew inside.
It was a little snowy owl that would look right at home in aHarry Potterfilm.
It screeched, then did what looked like a little bow.
The large doors opened next. Slowly.
And who I saw standing there made me leap off the bed. It was excitement, then fear, then shock that made me move.
Now all the emotions combined paralyzed me.
The woman standing before me, dressed in a long white robe, was Grandma Elma.
My Grandma Elma, who I buried ten years ago.
I opened my mouth to talk but couldn’t.
I hated crying, but it was the reaction my body had chosen several times since the madness took over my life in this night.
“Grandma?”The words couldn’t even come out fully.
“Yes, sweet girl. It’s me.” She nodded. The door closed when she walked into the room.
I noticed straight away she looked the way she did when I was a child, not like when she died. She looked to be in her early forties. I remember her saying that was the best time of her life.
“Come here child.” She opened out her arms to receive me.
Right then I didn’t care what madness this was. Love took over and I flew straight into her arms.
“Grandma, oh Grandma, I died. I must have died, and I can’t remember how. I think it happened when I jumped through the window at work. Maybe I snapped, and I lost my mind.”
It had to be that. Must have been because there was no other explanation.
None whatsoever.
I must have gone crazy when I looked at the stack of books on my desk at work. It was after that that I heard Balmora.
I figured I must have lost my mind and jumped through the window.
Now I was in heaven.
Maybe.Or perhaps it was somewhere my mind had conjured up.
