Secret Princess Emma

Chapter 4: Truth to be Told

I didn't scream this time, till I plopped back down on the sidewalk.I screamed right then and there. What was happening to me?! I felt crazy! I didn't waste any time, I ran as fast as my legs could carry me. Straight back home, for answers. I just wanted to know if I was really going crazy or not. Opening the door, I ran in.

"Mama! Mama, where are you?!" I ran to the kitchen to find her baking. She looked up, scared.

"Why are you home?" She closed the oven and held me.

"I want to know if I'm crazy!"

"My sweet girl, crazy? Not possible!" She laughed and looked at me, coughed and sighed. "Tell me." She sat us both down at the table with a cup of milk and then I told her everything.

"I don't know! I was just walking!"

"You were most likely dreaming! That's not possible." She looked at me with those eyes, but I could see she was up to something.

"I've been having the same dream, then I'm sucked into some black hole...it's not a dream."

"Well maybe-"

"NO! Tell me what's going on! I am tired of looking for answers and not getting them!" I screamed at her, hot tears leaking from my eyes. She just looked at me and drummed her fingers on the table as if in thought.

"There are no answers, sweet pea. When you're older it will come to you." She stood and emptied her cup into the sink and went back to her silent baking. Boiling in anger, I stomped up to my room and slammed the door. If I wasn't going to get answers then I would have to find out for myself. But how? How was I supposed to get answers to something that didn't even make sense to me? I flopped onto my bed, still crying from before. I huffed heavily, who was I going to get this solved? Was there anything to be solved in the first place? I wasn't sure.

Father came home later than normal. I managed to get myself downstairs to the bottoms of the stairs to over hear their conversation.

"Are you certain she truely knows?" I heard father said softly.

"She screamed it at me Tom! I would think so!"

"Maybe they are just dreams that feel real."

"That's not possible."

"What's not possible is telling her the truth at this young of an age." Father finished as I heard him make his way towards the stairs. I quickly scampered up to my room and laid on my bed. There was a slight knock on the door and papa poked his head in.

"Hey little one, may I come in?"

"Sure." I glanced at him then back to the wall on the otherside of the room.

"Why so sour?" He pinched my cheek lightly.

"No one wants to listen to me. No one wants to help me."

"Of course we do! We just think it's better if you try to solve this one out for yourself." He smiled. "You are very smart, I know you can figure it out." He stood, then went for the door.

"Papa, do you think it's possible another world could exist." I asked quickly.

"Maybe, maybe not...I guess that's up to you to decide." He shrugged before he disappeared out of the room.

If only I could figure it out...but even now, standing in front of my mirror. I still don't know the answer. And now that I'm fourteen, I planned on finding out what was going on. And nothing was going to stop me from finding out now. And that's when my mirror shifted my reflected face into a dark endless hole and I was sucked into this unknown again.