The Other Side

For her, it was the fire.

For him, it was the voices.

Ella and Kade. They thought they were safe. That they were normal. They were totally unaware of one another's presence until fate had to draw them together.

In each other's eyes they are strangers. But in another reality they are more than friends.

It's just too bad they can't remember any of it.

Now they both face an impending doom from group of powerful people trying to kill them. At the same time trying to figure out what got them into this mess in first place.

But the answer may prove to be more terrifying than the question.

Who are they?


4. Chapter 1. Part 4

I need to pee


But this bed is so comfortable


So warm.


My mind told me to stay, and enjoy the cosy, snug softness of the duvet but my body told me otherwise. Reluctantly, I dragged my body into a sitting position and swung one leg over the side of my bed.


But then I heard it before I saw it - the crackling of fire. My eyes flew open and I saw my room. Except that my room was now bathed in fire. It glowed like the sun.


What the hell?


I threw my arms up to block out the blinding light. It couldn’t be real. I then squeezed my fists until my fingernails dug into my skin, and I could feel the pain. It was real.


Panic aroused in me as I realised I was inches from death. The fire roared up in agony. My heart was thumping like a ceremonial drum; this room was a bonfire, and I was the sacrifice. The flames were like little women of fire, dancing and twirling, and touching their hands to the ceiling, engulfing the room with their terrible splendour.


My whole room was on fire. The wallpaper was peeling and crinkling and blackening, and flames seeping up from beneath the floorboards. I felt tears trickle down the side of my cheek as I looked up to see that the ceiling was a black cloud of spinning smoke.


The door on the other side of the room was blocked by overturned furniture and shards of melting glass from my mirror. Had someone been in here? I looked behind myself and saw that my window was still bolted shut. In a fluster, I crawled to the edge of my bed opened the window, my fingers fumbling carelessly. I climbed up.


Time seemed to slow down as I saw my life smoking away. All memories were lost. I felt as helpless as a bird in a cage and I could only watch as my photos dissolved into the sea of fire. My third birthday. My parents’ anniversary. My parents! 


“Mum! Dad!” My shriek drowned in the roar of the fire. All I could think of now was whether or not my parents would see the sunrise.


From the balcony, the pearly gleam of moonlight illuminated the nightly scene. It was calm outside, so serene. Silence filled the air. I could feel waves of weariness sweep across the land. Dreams, thoughts, memories, they were all around me, all cocooned in the safety of the night.


The world was sleeping.


I felt a rush of wind through my hair, an icy bite on my neck. Above, the stars flashed frantically in the sky like ticking time bombs. It was almost as if the ink black vault was a tinderbox, waiting to explode. I snapped back to reality.


My world was burning.


I thought I heard sounds. Moving closer to the edge, I listened intently. No, the sounds were voices. Maybe they were rescuers’.




I recognised the voice instinctively. Mum.




The second was my dad.


The ear-splitting screams sounded again. They were in pain. The vibrations resonated through my ears, the pain infecting my soul. I didn’t want to hear it. I didn’t want to hear the strangled cries of my dad. I didn’t want to hear my mum’s broken wails.


I felt a tug at my heart, an invisible string pulling me towards them. I stumbled forward, reaching the edge of my balcony. The ground was thirty feet below me.


“Mum!” I screamed, “Dad!”


The words choked on themselves.


“Mum! Mum!” I screamed at the top of my lungs.


I wish I’d heard them call my name, or that there was a response. All I could hear was fire, the crackling of wood and the crumbling of cement. It meant only one thing, and I didn’t want to face the truth. I didn’t want anything.


“I love you dad-,” I whispered to myself. The last word stopped short in a downpour of tears.


This was it. I would die trapped like a mouse in a tiger’s paw. Crumbling walls, doors ablaze, windows smashed, and the roof on fire. It was like a carousel of chaos, and I was at the centre.


Suddenly, the balcony shuddered. It was giving away under the weight of my tears. As the dizziness came, the world spun on its axis, and then I was falling. Wind tore through my hair, stinging my neck, and whipping at my clothes as the ground rushed upwards to meet me.


The world went black.

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