Crossing Realities- Chapter 6- Finding A Past

 

    "'Reign here?'" Edelweiss asks, crossing her arms. Marigold has a look on her face that questions me as well.

    "Yes, I rule here," I answer. Marigold, being the princess she is, is obviously wanting to say something rude, but she stays quiet and lets the other talk.

    "You made that clear. But, where exactly is here?" she asks. I laugh a little. "I don't know. Where do you suppose?"

    "Okay, cut the crud!" Edelweiss orders, annoyed, "Just tell us what exactly this is!"

    I agree to this, and sigh. "You're so boring. Anyways," I roll my eyes, "you're in a place that acts as a bridge between these two universes."

    "Alright, but where is this place called?"

    Edelweiss needs answers for absolutely everything, doesn't she? I can see why her universe is so plain and boring.

    I sigh in annoyance. "It's a nameless place."
    "Is that all we need to know of this place?" Marigold asks. I think I like this part much more than the other one.

    "No." I point to the side where mirrors begin to shine dimly. "From here, you may look over what has happened in each universe during the day, or what is happening around you while you are here."

    The two parts walk towards their respective mirror and watch what the other has done.

    "Well, aren't you a feisty one?" Marigold plainly says, twirling a strand of hair around her finger.

    "And aren't you clueless on awesomeness?" the other shoots back, failing to insult the first.

    I slyly giggle. "Okay, okay. That would be enough. Now, you must go." As I say that, the two mirrors shine brighter than before and each half disappears to each universe.

    Oh, these idiots. How can neither of them know of my excellence?

 

 

    "Know that I reign here."

    That's the only thing that is running through my mind right now as I lay in bed, glasses on my face.

    It's the morning, but it's too early to even imagine anyone up at this hour. This gives me plenty time to think.

    Who is that "Flora"? It was a strange dream. Yes, it must be one, but I cannot see my imagination thinking up something so strange. Dreams are just forms of reality after all, twisted and altered to the wish of the dreamer. I don't have enough imagination to alter reality, even in sleep.

    Perhaps I am over-thinking it all. Most likely, it was nothing.

    I take back that statement. All of this has happened.

    There is also the question of why she called us "Edelweiss" and "Marigold". I was in my proper body then,-I am very sure of it- and that other one was herself, I assume. I know we are both named Violet. That, but she could have called me any one my middle names in order to avoid confusion.

    Rue. Suzette. Rosalinda. Any of those would have been fine.

    Yes, those are most of my middle names. Just put "Princess" at the beginning of my full name and that's how I sign everything. To put it bluntly, my hand hurts often. And a lot.

    For the next half-hour, I lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling. I talk to the air and myself for that time.

    Why has my life come to this? Why am I a victim of this of everyone it could have happened to. The worst part of this all is that, there seems to be no possible way to fix this problem. Not even like a myth or something to explain this to me. "This is horrible," I mutter. I turn to my side to face the wall and lightly bang on it.

    "V-Violet, what are you doing?"

    I turn to see the other side of the room and see the little girl with nearly blond hair, who I heard is "Ally". Sitting up on the other bed, she is hugging a blanket close to her body. "Oh, nothing," I answer, turning back to the lavender wall. "Just go back to sleep."

    I hear the springs of her bed moving. Finally. Now, back to-

    "Are you okay?" Ally suddenly asks, hopping onto the bed and onto me. "Oh my rose petals!" I take a deep breath and sigh. "Yes, I-I am alright."

    "Then," she happily says, standing up, "Let's go watch some TV!"

    "At... 1:33 in the morning...?" Ally bobs her head up and down. "Yeah! Let's go see My Little Pony! Or Pokémon!" She runs to the door. "Come on~!"

    I roll off the bed(quite literally), and lazily make my way to her. "Alright then..." I stretch my arms as the young girl opens the door.

    "Yahoo~~~!" She grabs hold of my hand and drags me to the living room.

    I feel a microscopic smile grace my face. Isn't she just adorable?

 

 

    I take really deep breaths, wiping my hands repentantly on the silky nightgown I slept in.

    Nein, nyet, non, no! This is impossible! I can't be asleep still; this isn't dream, is it?

    My hands go from the silk to face, glasses in hand, as I sit up. "But, this is reality, isn't it...?" I don't want to believe it, but I know it would make sense. Either way, I'll just have to deal with it. Even if this is almost completely and utterly insane. Almost.

    I have always been one to just vaguely believe in anything magical or paranormal, but I have never really admitted to it. With this act, people have believed me. They thought I was this logical person who always had an explanation to everything that made sense. Yet, really, a part of me thinks that magic can be the answer to things. Maybe that's what caused this switch.

    My eyes dart around the room. Even in the dark, I can see almost everything in my surroundings. I don't see any other beds though. No white, plastic butterflies spread across the northern wall either. Not a single shelf with play scripts and books. Nothing but a bed, a large wardrobe, a desk, and a wide, empty space. I suddenly get the urge to explore it all.

    I get up and race to the desk, my curiosity leading me to the right hand drawer. I pull it open and find a few books. I smile. Now I finally have something to calmly read in this wild place. I take top two and hurry to the side of the balcony and use the dim light to clearly see what I am about to read. I see that both books have a lock. Much like a diary would have. In fact, these are both diaries.

    I really shouldn't but, the princess is me... Whatever! Laying down both books, I go back to the dimly lit desk and look it over. Where could a key be hiding? I rhythmically drum my hands on the edge of the desk as I think of all the other available hiding spots. In the closet, under the bed, somewhere on this desk... Then, as I slow down the patting, I hear something drop on the floor. I go down onto my knees in order to see what it is, and I find a small key half wrapped in tape. I smile. Oh, I am just amazing without even trying, now aren't I?

    Back in the light of the sky, I stick the key into the purple book, but it won't unlock the lock. I force it out and try the other one. It won't work, so I try to use it on the other diary I found in the desk. It won't work with that one either.

    This key seems utterly pointless. I stuff the flora-patterned books back into their drawer. Slamming it shut, I hear yet another noise that indicates something else has fallen.

    I go back onto my knees and crawl under the desk. There I find a miniature bookshelf with two books. The first one has a brown spine that reads "Flowers and Others". I may take a quick look at that one later. My eyes dart to the spine of the second one; it's blank though. I take it from its spot and feel the copper-colored lock. Moving back into the open space, I reach for the key on my left and use the key to undo the metal lock.

    It works. I open to the very first page and see that the name Violet Rue Suzette Rosalinda Eve Rosalene has been written in the best cursive writing I have ever seen. Underneath, it reads, "My 12th year of life". Looking at the title, I smile as I recall my own twelfth year. Full of idiots, douchebags, friends, and crushes. I just laugh at myself as I think of how much of a dork I was. In fact, I still am that dork I was four years ago. I can't help but wonder if this other half is still the same.

    I skim though the first few weeks and find that she knew many of those I knew in my twelfth year. She speaks of a shy and timid Jazz, a friendly Rocco, a blond Estevan and an oddly really cheerful and innocent Ryan. But, I don't read of a Selena.

   Their adventures are light-hearted and full of pleasant surprises. She seemed to be, you know... less of a cold-hearted robot without a soul. Suddenly, everything goes in a really depressing direction. I try to skip it, but the whole thing is just, you know, there. So, I end up reading it.

 

 

    Today, Father was, for once, in a terrible mood and it frightened me. In fact, I avoided him for the most part. Anyways, back to this story; why Father was angry today, I mean.

    I know because Mother left without a word. Yesterday evening, she was fawning over basically everyone more then she usually did, claiming to always love us(or, with anyone besides immediate family, love their presence) with all her heart, her smile sad-looking. I didn't understand why at the time, as previously noted in my last entry; Mother was always quiet and kept her thoughts and feelings to herself. But now I know what was going on.

    "I love you, dear. Sleep well." Why were those the last words I heard from her? Though, she must have wanted to say that as a good-bye, without it actually being one. Goodness, how I want to hate her with all of my heart.

    Even if I find it horrible that she left, I understand why see ran off.

    There are rumors of an uprising or "revolution" of sorts; Estevan and Laurie tell me all about everything. Well, almost everything. Perhaps, I shall explain tomorrow, it being rather late at the moment.

 

    Signed,

    Violet

 

    ...What...? I feel my already worn-out heart-strings being pulled at. I feel my heart in my throat. I can't even imagine what the princess felt. I would... I don't know what I would do!

    Okay, maybe I wasn't focusing on that.

    "Laurie and... Estevan...?" I hurriedly turn to the next page and quickly skim around, already forming theories of what they hadn't informed the princess about. Unfortunately, the next entry starts out with what is this giant depressing monologue. Reminds me of Hamlet.

    Aaaaaaand, there's nothing of Laurie and Estevan. This chick is seriously forgetful, but, then again, I would forget everything else if that giant mess happened to me.

    Okay, now I'm starting to feel depressed.

    I would go back to sleep, but once I wake up, I can't sleep until the next night and I don't want to just lay there, so, exploring is the next best thing, right?

    Once I have put everything back where I found it, I quickly grab a pair of shoes and slip them on, making sure to be as quiet as a mouse. Pushing one of the enormous doors open, I peer into the hallway, only seeing shadows stretch from one wall to the other. I step outside and close the door behind me.

    "Doo, doo, doo, doooo. Secret agent~!" I mentally sing, sneaking from one shadow to the next. "I'm just like a freaken ninj-" Before I can finish my thought, I hear someone else's footsteps, and my first instinct is to flatten myself against the wall.

    Unfortunately, the person was walking in the direction of the wall I was pressed against.

    "P-Princess, what are you doing up this early?" a timid voice asks. The voice is familiar, so I can easy guess who it is. "I just woke up early, so I decided to take a little walk," I answer, still pressed against the wall.

    "It seems as if you were trying to hide from me... Why?"

    I take a step away from the wall, and stand straight. "I just didn't wish to be noticed is all."

    "W-Well, if that is so, I could l-leave you be." Just as Jazz says this, an envelope falls to the ground. My hand darts towards it and it is in my hands before I realize it is. "What is this?"

    She responds, voice hush and shy, "A letter, Princess." Jazz won't make eye contact with me. I want to ask about who this is from, but my answer lays on the envelope itself.

    From Jake

    I am this close to freaking out.

    Why would Jake, in any universe at all, send Jazz of all people a letter? And why would Jazz be up this early, carrying it like something so dear and precious?