The Wonders of Oz

ATTENTION: this is a sequel to "The Foreigners Of Oz" I suggest you read that first. DESCRIPTION: many things are changing now that Sara and Dylan have found each-other in Kansas. Sara will gain people and lose people in her life, as her and Dylan's love is tested.


12. Chapter twelve "Lost Cause

The next day, my mother took me home. I never told her about anything yet... And that was a month ago. The first thing I did when I woke-up was cry. I'm now open to excepting Nan's death, but it still hurts when I think about her--- especially today--- on my birthday! She would always call me on my big day, but knowing that she won't call really does hurt. It makes me realize she isn't here anymore, and that she isn't coming back. I do my daily routine. Dylan is taking me somewhere today, although he never told me where. He just told me to bring a swimsuit. So I bring my hot-pink bikini top and some old cutoffs from last summer, and wear a pink plaid, button-down shirt.. This Autumn is surprisingly dry. I don't even remember the last time it rained here. The last time I saw rain was when me and Dylan left Oz after he found out his father was a witch. Maybe God knows that I can't handle those memories right now, knowing that I'll never get them back. I grab my white tote and make my way to the living-room, seeing Marlin slouched on the couch, watching TV with the remote underneath his palm. I could smell something cooking in the kitchen, so I walk to where my mom must be. "Happy birthday!" Marlon says as I head to the kitchen. "Whatever." I say, not turning around to him as I keep walking. I open the kitchen door to see my mother making Shake-N-Bake pancakes. She places the last golden pancake on the plate, turns around to me and takes off her apron with a smile. "Happy birthday, sweetie!" She says, giving me a tight hug. "Good morning, mom." She releases her grip, and walks out of the kitchen and into the living-room as I follow. "I made your favorite." She places the plate of pancakes on the table. "Oh cummon, Molly, it was my idea." Marlin says, nearly putting a chill up my spine, but I play it off. "Well I guess I can't take all the credit." Molly says, going back to the kitchen. I grab her shoulder and ask, "Uh, mom, why don't I set the table?" I don't want her leaving me here. I'm just uncomfortable while I'm anywhere near Marlin. "No, honey, it's your birthday so that means you're not going to lift a finger." She goes to the kitchen. "Wow," Marlin says, looking at me with his eyes narrowing. "I'm surprised you haven't broke yet." "I didn't break. I told my boyfriend." I say, trying to let the word 'boyfriend' sink in his head. But now I don't know if I did the right thing by telling him that I told Dylan. All I know is that Marlin won't make a move while my mother's home, and that when she's not I'll be spending time with Dylan. Molly comes back in the room after she set the table, and then we prayed over our breakfast before eating it. But while I can't help but to peak while my hands are joined, I see Marlin not even praying--- just eating. Well, how good of a man can he be? Molly opens her eyes after saying her grace and starts laughing at Marlin. I don't join the laughter. I'm too discusted by how blind my mother is. I know that she cheated, but I don't know if I'd blame her or not. All I know is that I'm discusted... Not only mediforically, but while looking at all the food, my stomach starts to churn. I run to the bathroom and volmit. I recover, and as I'm brushing my teeth, my mother barges in and says, "Dylan is here for you." I nod, and rinse my mouth out. Surprised my mother didn't ask if I'm okay, I get out of the bathroom to see her picking-up from the table. "I'll see you later, mom." I give her a quick hug and head to the door, seeing Dylan's car parked in front, and him leaning on it, waiting for me to come so he could give me a kiss. "Happy birthday." He greets, as we wind and untwine our fingers. His touch still feeling like it's not right, just so numb. It doesn't have that tingle that I'd embrace. It feels lost. We get in the car. "Where are we going?" I give another shot at asking. "You'll see when we get there." He doesn't give in. His eyes are fixed on the road. I just look at the passing by trees through the window. He just holds my hand the whole car ride while holding the wheel with other hand. I truly feel bad for not feeling a hint of a spark; as if my true feelings are in there somewhere, but their being blocked by an unknown cause. Maybe after all I've been through for these months, I've become numb--- a lost cause. "Dylan?" I speak up, having one question on my mind. "Yes?" He says, bluntly yet patiently. "Did you tell anyone about my---" I swallow the lump in my throte. "Eating disorder?" He stays silent for a moment and says, "Yes, I talked to my sister about it... Why do you ask?" "Because she told me that she knew." I leave out the the parts that actually frightened me a bit. He'll just think I'm lying. "Why would you do that?" I ask. I'm stunned as he lets go of my hand so he could explain, "Because she asked about you---" "So you had to tell her one of my biggest secrets?" I cut him off. "I guess I did." I answers so nonchalantly that I don't know what else to say, despite my anger towards him at the moment. But that desipears when he slides his fingers into mine delicately, flashing his About a half-hour later, Dylan drives into a forest with not too many trees, and makes a stop. "Why're we here? Is this it?" I ask. "Nope--- we're not there yet." We get out of the car and start walking in the forest that seems so dull and lifeless, compared to the beautiful forests in Oz. The magical, colorful ones that leave you warm in the snow, or the dark and rather frightening ones. This normal oak forest just doesn't compare to what I've seen. Dylan places his hand on my back, urging me to stop walking. "'Kay, close your eyes before we get there." I mod and do as he commands, leaving my eyes shut, remembering the breathtaking things he'd show me when we first got to know each other, knowing that everything he shows me will be breathtaking. And when he leads me by his hand to what he's showing me, it is breathtaking--- the stream of water, foaming as it pours into a small river--- and the glossy trees shadowing it. I turn around to him and ask, "Where did you find this?" "Abigail showed me it. I don't know how she found it, though." I turn back around and take in the scent of mist slightly stinging in my nose--- not in a bad way. He starts taking off his plain white T-shirt. As he does, I notice how his body changed from its skinniness, like it was when I first met him in Oz, to being a little more BUILT. I guess that when he comatose and in bed, he got so skinny. But now he's not. I shyly unbotton my shirt, putting my also changed body on display. It's like, ever since I've been working on eating normal, and working hard to fight the temptation of coughing-up my food, my body seems MUCH more whole. I feel intimidated. I shed my shirt and leave on my cuttoffs. Instead of focusing on myself, I devote my sweet time to Dylan. We just into the surprisingly cold water, once we settle in there, it feels so refreshing on my skin with cold mist. As I'm tip-toeing on the shallow ground, Dylan comes closer, holding my waste, he wipes under my eye with his thumb, then shows me his wet black thumb, which came from my running mascara. We both laugh at it. "I should've worn waterproof mascara!" I wipe my face with the back of my hand. He takes hold of the back of my head, pulling me closer to him, and takes my breath away.... When I open my eyes, They imediately dart to the sky, which has hundreds of far-away crows flying at the speed of light. "What's going on?" I ask, at a mixture of awe and confusion. "What do you mean?" He asks. "That!" I say, pointing at the birds that are passing by in a second, as other ones keep coming, as if the world was just this very stream. "Why're they flying so fast? how is that possible?" I ad. "Sara, their flying completely normal. Don't worry." "Maybe in Oz, but not here!" I protest. He gets a hold of my shoulders, looking me straight in the eyes, with no way of me escaping his assuring gaze, and says, "Just calm down." I swallow the lump in my throte and take a few easier breaths, and before I know it, the crows are gone. All of them--- gone. The sky is clear again. I swim away and make my way out of the lake. My knees to my chest with my arms wrapped around them, feeling like I've completely lost my mind. "Whats the matter?" Dylan asks. I get up, get my tote off the floor and hand him out the answer to his question--- the card that clerk gave me. "I feel like I need therapy." He shakes hid head NO. "They're just gonna ask you questions you can't answer. You don't need it anyway. You're just fine." "You mean it?" I ask. "Yes, and I'm sorry for telling my sister about your secret. It was none of my business." His words just felt so true to my heart.
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