(Last chapter. Thanks everyone for sticking with me on my first completed, long fan fic. I don't know if you guys like me character or not, so I'm not sure if I should do a sequel, do something involving her twin Donna, or run far away from this storyline and never do anything with it again. Thanks so much for everything, and while I tried not to solicit reviews in the rest of the chapters, you should know that I love them immensely. It's like Christmas every time I get a new one. PS: I own nothing you recognize from outside of this story.)
I woke up lying on the couch. I blinked a few times and stretched out my tense muscles. I looked around in confusion before realizing that I was home. My home. In my world. I shakily stood up and balanced myself on the edge of the coffee table. Everything was the same. The little flower pot was still sitting next to the stove. Our family portrait was hanging above the fire place. The place reeked of normalcy (or as normal as my family ever got).
But that would mean… I thought as I rushed to the counter and looked at the stove. Only a few measly hours had passed since the time my family left me alone. "No!" I shouted before realizing I was talking out loud. I lowered my voice and gritted my teeth. "It can't all have been a dream." I felt tears prick at the corner of my eyes.
I rubbed my eyes with the back of my hands and headed outside to finish my chores. Stupid, mediocre chores. I've seen the world, and I'm back doing mundane tasks. I knew I was selfish and silly, but I didn't care. I tossed a bale of hair to Arthur, my horse, and changed the water for Mickey, the dog. That finished, I headed back inside and collapsed back on the couch. I began pushing the memory, no, the dream, to the back of my mind and flipped on the telly.
The first show on was some Medical Drama. I figured immersing myself in someone else's problems would get me away from my own. But when all the characters started referring to the main guy- George, Jerry, John, Something-or-other, as "Doctor", I quickly flipped the channel. It landed on some nature show, but, by that point, I had stopped caring. I got up to get something from the fridge.
I opened the door and stared inside for a while to find nothing of interest. Brilliant. I walked up stairs, forgot what I was doing, and went back downstairs. Then I opened the fridge again. Again, nothing. Foiled. While I was pondering why there was never any food in the fridge no matter how many times I opened it, my eyes glanced to the back door again. Mickey was standing at the window, staring at me. Instead of letting him back in, I just sort of stared at him back. I was that bored.
I had just made it back to the couch when I heard the key jingle in the door. Mum appeared first through the door. The first thing she wanted to know was if I had finished my homework (I had) and who had called (no one). Well, no one I was positive I hadn't imagined. Donna popped in next, chattering at overwhelming speeds about the whosit whatsits of something or other (I didn't really care). Finally, Dad trudged in, clearly tired but in good spirits.
"Was the mission a success?" I joked.
"Oh yes!" he responded in that energetic way he always does. "Your sister…" I love my dad, but I'm not gunna lie- I stopped listening at that point.
"So, what did you do?" Donna moseyed on over to sit next to me.
"Nothing," I lied. (Was it a lie if you weren't sure it was true or not?)
"Cool," Donna responded before turning to the telly. "Whatcha watchin'?"
"Dunno, just some bad show about wolves," I answered before I got a searing headache and began to see flashes of light.
"What is it?" Mum asked, concerned.
"Nothing, it's nothing. Just sat up too fast or something," I smiled weakly, the pain subsiding.
Dad was looking at my quizzically. "I think it's time you two go to bed."
SOS. She's in disguise! SOS. She's in disguise!
I jolted awake. "Donna, turn your music down, for gosh sakes!"
"My music?" I heard her shriek from the room over. "It's coming from your radio!"
I looked at my clock radio. It was 8 in the morning on a weekend and my offending radio was singing Shakira like it was the end of the world.
I'M STARTING TO FEEL JUST A LITTLE ABUSED, LIKE A COFFEE MACHINE IN AN OFFICE.
"Turn it off!" Donna was shouting at me, but the music was growing louder.
"It won't shut off!" I called back.
"What's the problem?" Dad called from his bedroom.
"My radio won't shut off!" I was now wide awake and fumbling with the controls.
THERE'S A SHE WOLF IN THE CLOSET, OPEN UP AND SET IT FREE
"Well why is it doing that?" He called patiently, appearing at my door with the sonic screwdriver he had been building at Torchwood for years. He shined it on my radio before instructing me to pull the plug.
THERE'S A SHE WOLF IN DISGUISE, COMING OUT, COMING OUT, COMING OUT
I finally found the cord and yanked it out, ending the music.
"Good, let's go get some breakfast now." Dad smiled at me and I begin to walk out of my room. I paused at the doorway and noticed that he was staring at the clock.
"What?" I asked him.
"Nothing, it's nothing. Probably just nothing," he responded and began to follow me out.
Mum was already downstairs, beginning to make a fruit salad. "Rinny," she called, "I need help cutting the strawberries." I obediently picked up a knife and a strawberry, carefully decapitating the red fruit.
Donna wondered downstairs, shooting me dirty looks for waking her up. She perched at the stool across from me but didn't offer to help cut anything.
"Ow!" I exclaimed all of a sudden, catching my thumb on the knife. Ruby drops of blood bubbled up on my skin. "Don, can you get me a band aid please?" I stuck my thumb in my mouth and began to suck on it. A few minutes later, Donna handed me a band aid and Neosporin and Mum instructed me to wash my hands before putting it on.
"Rinny, I thought you said you needed a band aid?" Donna was looking at me, confused.
"I do- I nicked myself." I stuck in thumb in her face to show her.
"Where?" she asked, in her obnoxious Donna way.
"Right there!" I sighed, exasperated. I pulled my thumb away to look at it, but stopped suddenly. "I, I must not have broken the skin," I reasoned. But reason told me that was false; I could still taste the salty blood in my mouth and remember the long gash running vertically across my finger.
I stared down at my thumb, absently noticing that the pain had completely subsided. But what shocked me most was the fact that where there once had been a huge, red mark, now laid pure, unmarred skin.
At just that moment, the downstairs radio flashed on.
If you could only see the beast you've made of me
I held it in but now it seems you've set it running free
The saints can't help me now, the ropes have been unbound
I hunt for you with bloodied feet across the hallow'ed ground
"Howl"- Florence and the Machine)