The Fire Within - Heidi Cooper

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Chapter 21 (v.1) - Chapter Twenty One

Submitted: July 27, 2017

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Submitted: July 27, 2017



Chapter Twenty One


I woke to the sound of my phone vibrating on my nightstand. I reached for it with my face still buried in the pillow.


“Emilie!” I heard the voice shout through the phone before I had a chance to bring it up to my ear.


“H – Hello?”


“Em, it’s me.” Helena said. “Where have you been? And why haven’t you been returning any of my calls?”


“What?” I sat up slowly; my head was spinning, my vision blurry.


“I have been trying to get a hold of you for days!”


“I – I don’t understand –”


“I’m coming over.” She hung up. I sat up and stared at a crack in my wall. Helena was trying to get a hold of me? What is going on?


 “Em, are you alright?” My mother asked as she was passing my room with a basket of laundry. She paused in the doorway and studied me curiously.


Now mum is in her usual chirpy mood? I thought to myself. Has everyone gone mad? “I’m fine Mum.” I answered, as I climbed out of bed, gathered some things and hurriedly pushed my way past her to the bathroom. Locking the door behind me, I slipped out of my pyjamas and into the shower. With my head tilted back I exhaled deeply as the hot water enveloped my body, easing the tension in my muscles as the water washed over them.


Helena had already arrived before I had decided to leave the bathroom. She was waiting downstairs talking to my parents. It was as though nothing had happened; they sat perched on stools sipping their hot chocolates. Helena did not seem to remember what happened only a few nights before and if she could, she was not showing it.


“Your parents let you visit?” I blurted out as I rounded the kitchen.


Helena looked at me as though I had grown a second head. “Of course they let me over. Why wouldn’t they?”


I looked at my parents. Dad was eyeing Helena and I curiously; Mum raised her eyebrow and shrugged. Helena motioned for me to head upstairs. My mind suddenly transported me to the memory of being greeted on the front porch by Mrs Chant. Although she spoke politely, I got a sense that she was not pleased to see me. I shuddered back into the present as the last fading memory was a door slamming in my face.


“Emilie? Are you okay?”


“Yeah, I’m fine. Come on.” Our feet were heavy on the wooden stairs as we headed to my room.


“What’s going on with you?” Helena strode across the room and sat on my bed as I shut the door.


I felt the heat rise in my cheeks. “What do you mean?”


“You’ve been acting weird, Em.” Helena said, studying my face intently. “Not returning my calls or texts for one thing.”


“I have been calling and texting you for days!” I cried, defensively.


“Em, I haven’t received any calls or texts from you.”


“That’s imposs –” I started, reaching for my phone and checking the logs; thirteen missed calls and twenty-six texts. “I – I don’t understand…I was sure I tried contacting you. I even went to your house and…”


Helena suddenly grabbed my arms, startling me. “Em, you never came to my house.”


“But I…”


Helena gave me a stern look and shook her head.


 “What about school? You have been absent for days.” I asked. Bile rose in my throat as a sick, uneasy feeling appeared in the pit of my stomach.


“Holidays started last Friday, Em.” Helena gave my arms a gentle squeeze. “Don’t you remember?”




“I haven’t seen or heard from you since the last time I slept over. You were showing me that wooden box of trinkets and when you passed me the wand, you suddenly had a seizure.” Helena said, tears welling in the corners of her sincere eyes. “I was so scared.”


What the hell was happening to me? I thought Helena had the bizarre convulsions but…it was me? Had everything that happened these past few days been all in my head? How…?


“Em, you need to be careful. A storm is coming. I can feel it. I don’t know how or why, but something bad is coming, something exceedingly bad.”


Worry and fear were etched on Helena’s usually calm, smooth face. Storm clouds rolled over her irises, changing the hue from bright blue to more of a dark blue-grey and amidst the torrent of colour, white lighting crackled in her eyes.

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