Reality (#1)

Sarah Grayson's life was normal. Average parents, average life, average everything. That is until she lets her friends take her to a party, where she leaves in tears and pain. Her life gets flipped upside down and the only thing that she can do is live with the side effects of her choice.

You may ask how this book is part of the 5 Seconds of Summer fanfiction, but if you'd be kind enough to follow, you'll find out.

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6. Six

 

Chapter Six:

 

 

    When I came to, I was in a different room. It was bright as well, with white walls and off-white tiles. I was in a bed that made me think of the hospital. I fully opened my eyes to confirm, and sure enough, I was in a hospital. Great.

 

    “Baby?” I heard my mom’s voice before I saw her.

 

    Mom had an average build to match her average life. She had brown hair a little bit lighter than my sister and I’s. She had pretty emerald green eyes that popped out but were more subtle than that of the rest of my family. Mom was a beautiful woman with fair skin and delicate hands. Hands that, in my youth, would check my temperature when I was sick, and cradle me when I was sad. Hands that, right now, were holding onto my own.

 

    “Hey, sweetheart.” she said, letting go with one of her hands to hold it to my forehead, then to fix my hair.

 

    “Mom?” I said.

 

    “Yes, Sarah?” she answered, brushing her fingers through my hair. 

 

    “What time is it?”

 

    “1:35 in the morning”

 

    “You should be asleep,” I chortled. “Where’s everyone else?”

 

    “Your father’s talking to the doctors and the police. Yes, the police are here. Tommy and Diara went home after questioning. Bailey’s over there on the couch, she was already questioned.” I looked to where she pointed. Bailey was laying on the her side facing us. She was hugging a white pillow whilst her face was in the place in-between the pillow and futon.

 

    “She does realize she totally could've come in here with me, right? This bed’s kind of big, and that doesn't look very comfortable.” I thought aloud. “Mom? Am I going to have to be questioned?”

 

    “It would appear so . . .” she said as Dad walked into the room with a nicely dressed man. I could tell he was a sort of detective type person, he looked like all of those characters in those crime television shows. 

 

    “I’m going to take Bailey out of here. Tanya, stay with Sarah.” Dad said to Mom, I was busy looking at the detective to even care. 

 

    He was a tall man, his hair was black, like Dad’s. The detective’s eyes were what caught my attention. They were blue, but a shade that made a shiver run down my spine. Cyan, I believe it was called. His skin was tanned, so even that made those eyes look even brighter. The neon coloring of his eyes just looked at me searching for god knows what.

 

    “Hello, what’s your name?” he asked me, a baritone voice only adding to his masculinity.

 

    “I’m Sarah.” I felt my mother’s hand tighten on my hand.

 

    “How old are you?” he asked now.

 

    “I’m seventeen, my birthday’s in March though.”

 

    “What do you remember about last night?”

 

    “Not much.”

 

    “Think, Sarah.”

 

    “There was dancing, and I wanted to get out. Once I did just that, someone grabbed me; I was terrified. He brought me into the hallway. Then there was a cloth, maybe chloroform, and then nothing.”

 

    He had a look of concentration on his face. “Okay. I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Detective Hansin.”

 

    I shook his hand with my free one.

 

    “You know me.”

 

    “You’re so much different from your sister. She talked for ages about how someone hurt you and they should be hung for their crimes. When I told her we don't hang people, sh told me we should start hangin’ and burnin’,” He chuckled. “You don't seem like a hang and burn type.”

 

    “That sounds like her, and no I’m definitely am not like that.” I smiled. Looking over at a sleeping Mom, I added, “There might be something.”

 

    “Anything would help.”

 

    “We had a type of conversation. It’s less blurry now.”

 

    “Do you remember what was said?”

 

    “He wanted to know if I was Sarah, if I was me. It wasn't the same guy as before, that guy was more gentle. He didn't hurt me. The other guy did.”

 

    Detective Hansin was writing in his journal.

 

    “Anything else?” after he looked up again.

 

    “He wanted me to talk. I-I think he knew both Bailey and I.” I told him. “I told him. “He said something about who was better between the two of us, then he wanted to know who was older.”

 

    “That’s good. You’re doing good.”

 

    I stifled a yawn and said the last thing.

 

    “He had a camera, he was videoing the whole thing.”

 

    “Do you know where that camera is?”

 

    “It was gone when Tommy, Diara, and Bailey woke me up.”

 

    “So he got out?”

 

    “The window was closed,” I looked up. “The window was closed.

 

    “And the door was locked.” the detective remembered from the other interviews.

 

    “He was still there . . .” I concluded.

 

    “That’s enough for tonight, get some sleep.”

 

    I nodded then drifted away.

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