The Third Door [NaNoWriMo 2014]

"I died.
Now I live.
But I live within the boundaries of my head.
What happens on the outside is beyond my control."
Constructive criticism is very welcome on this. I will be updating in small sections, but I will probably republish this with proper chapter splits when I finish it. © 2014 Parsavagely


8. Chapter 2 Part 2

Light taps me gently, nudging me from my slumber. After a little indecision, rolling over and tightening of lids, I open them, and see two green eyes, staring back at mine.
“Morning.” His voice is whispered, a little forced. He clears his throat and lets out a chuckle.
“What?” I ask, still too tired to work out what was so funny.
“Then why are you laughing?”
“I don’t know.” He laughs again, but I think this time at himself. I shake my head; it’s not worth trying to work out what goes on inside his. A glance at the clock by my bed tells me I’ve woken an hour early, but there’s no use trying to sleep now, I’m awake, and there’s nothing I can do about it.
“I’m going for a run; I’ll be back in half an hour.” He grunts a reply; evidently he’s taking a different approach to waking early. Strange how he seems to be capable of falling asleep no matter how awake he feels.
I kick my legs out from under the duvet, to the annoyance of Seb. He grumbles for a bit before settling back down, while I find my joggers and a top. I grab a hoodie on the way down the stairs and stuff my feet into my trainers. With a quick shout of "Bye!" I grab my keys and set off.
Everything goes white, I stand on the front step and wait as slowly I become accustomed to the light. This isn't unusual, for as long as I can remember my right pupil has been fixed. Always fully dilated, always letting in the maximum amount of light. It makes stepping outside a bit difficult, but I'm used to it. Although, as long as I can remember isn't all that long really.
After getting used to the sunlight, I set off, feeling the refreshing wind on my face. Each step is stronger than the last, as my muscles loosen up, allowing me to gather pace. 
I've never quite decided if I like running by the road, sometimes the noise and fumes are unbearable. But today they are a welcome reminder of the world at work, early-risers, preparing everything for our day.
Lost in my thoughts I manage to stumble into a young man, knocking the steaming coffee from his hand. Seeing the boiling liquid on the floor reminds me of...something I can't quite place. The man starts shouting at me, so I offer to buy him another one. He stops shouting after that.
After apologising countless times, I continue along my route. Though it will have to be significantly shorter now to make up for lost time. Damn. I guess I won't make it to the park then, it's a shame, the first buds of spring are opening. I love to see the first flowers, on their solo mission to fill the world with colour. Alone they haven't a chance, and to that first petal, it must seem an unachievable goal. To drive back the grey and brown of winter skies and mud, a single delicate speck of colour emerges. But then, together, a whole army rises, beating down the darkness and bringing glorious contrast back before our eyes.
A beautiful fight, with only one outcome. But one that, for now at least, remains in my head. With a sigh I turn and head back home, my legs starting to tire a little, but not too much, as I head up the slight gradient.
"Hey! I'm back!" I call as I stumble through the door. I hear a muffled response from the kitchen, well, he's awake at least. I unzip my hoodie and head through, the smell of coffee drawing me in. Seb is stood in the corner, dressed for work and eating his way through a pile of burnt toast.
"Well?" He asks, between bites.
"What?" I guess he must have asked me something when I came in.
"Do you wanna come?" He asks, a little frustrated.
"To what?"
"James' leaving party, you know? The guy who's emigrating?" Ah, now I remember.
"Oh, yeah, sorry, something came up, I tried to get out of it know what it's like..." My excuse is a little general, but I think he buys it. He waves a half-eaten crust, crumbs falling all over the surface.
"Ah, don't worry about it, though if you can organise something so you can come it'd make it almost bearable." He grimaces, over the top, but still mostly genuine. I know he can't stand James, he hardly ever stops moaning, but the whole department are off to this party and Seb is not known for avoiding a drink. I take a sip of my coffee, but a glance at my watch tells me I haven't time. Damn.
I rush upstairs to find my work clothes, nearly ripping my trousers as I catch my foot in the end. I quickly fix my make-up in the mirror, noticing that some of my brown hair is starting to show through the deep blue dye. I don't have time to sort it now, but I take a quick mental note as I pull on my shirt and jacket. Hurrying down again, I nearly trip over my own feet as I dash to the kitchen, plant a kiss on Seb's cheek and grab my heels.
Everything goes white. 

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