Lost Girls by Grace Celina

Author:Grace, Celina [Grace, Celina]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 2012-07-06T04:00:00+00:00

PART THREE

Chapter Twenty

The music thudded about us. I stood for a minute, frozen, looking at Jessica’s eyes, this woman’s eyes, this woman who called herself Jessica, searching her face for confirmation. I stared so hard it felt as if my eyes would fall out of my face. She had Jessica’s blue eyes, cobalt blue, edged with a fan of brown lashes.

The music was a wall of sound, a thick pulsating force in itself. I could feel it in every part of my body; a tiny beat pulsing through every cell.

"What are you saying?" I said. I think I shrieked it. Dimly, I was aware of people around me looking at me oddly.

Jessica - if it was Jessica - put her hand on my arm. I flinched. I don't know why but I was expecting her to feel cold. Because I'd been thinking of her as dead for so long, I couldn't grasp the fact that she was standing her before me. Real. Alive. Her hand was warm. How could it be her? I put my hands up to my head again and closed my eyes. To anyone watching I must have looked crazed but I was far, far beyond caring about that by now.

"Maudie-"

Still with my eyes closed, I shook my head. I think a small part of me was thinking, hoping, that when I opened my eyes again, she'd be gone. I opened them and she was still standing in front of me. I felt the world begin to recede slowly, my vision narrowing until there was just the woman who called herself Jessica standing in front of me. There was a rushing noise in my ears, even over the thud of the music from the dance floor.

"Maudie-"

She was pulling me. Supporting me. I felt my legs bow beneath me and the floor suddenly got much closer. For one horrible second, I believed again that she was dead; dead and intent on dragging me to wherever the dead go. The rushing noise got louder and for a long, confused moment, I wasn't able to see or think anything.

Then the air became clearer and the noise lessened. I blinked, aware of the cold. We'd come outside to the back alley Becca and I had visited earlier. I wondered briefly where Becca was and whether she was looking for me.

Jessica let go of my arm and stepped back. She was smiling in a strained sort of way.

"Are you alright?" Jessica asked. I realised I was calling her that now, without the caveat I'd used before. Somewhere inside me, it was starting to sink in.

"I'm alright," I said. I wasn't; it was meaningless gabble, just a way of filling up the silence between us.

There was a flurry of movement and noise as a group of smokers came out into the street. I saw Jessica look over at them and shrink, moving back against the wall. Then she saw me looking and her frown became a smile, of sorts.

"Well..." she said.

Her blonde hair glimmered in the light from the open doorway.

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