what if the words in a book could take you to another place - literally?
Chapter Twelve ~ Tasmin
Tasmin ran back to the reception room as fast as I could. She couldn’t believe how she hadn’t thought of this before!
“Thalia,” she yelled when she got back to the reception room. “Wake up!”
Thalia, along with many others, drowsily awoke.
“Tasmin?” She yawned. “What’s going on? Is it Natalie?”
“No,” Tasmin replied, smiling. “Natalie’s fine. I just went to see her.”
“They let you in?”
“No, no - I saw her from outside the door. Her family was in there,” Tasmin said. “But that’s not what’s important.”
“Tasmin, what are you talking about?”
“I - I need to get back home,” Tasmin said, with a reassuring smile. “Only for a bit, though.”
“No, Taz, you can’t!” Thalia protested. “We need you here - I need you here. You can’t just leave!”
“I think I can fix this,” Tasmin gripped her friend’s shoulders. “I think I can put things right.”
“The only way you can put things right, Tasmin, is by staying by Natalie’s side. Staying by my side.” Thalia said.
“You don’t understand, Thalia,”
“You’re right,” she answered. “I don’t understand how you have the nerve to just leave in the middle of something like this. There is nothing you can do that will help Nat except by supporting her through this.”
“There is something I can do,” Tasmin said, “There is something I can do that will fix all of this. I can do this. Please, Thalia. Please believe in me.”
Tasmin let go of Thalia and ran away, down the hall.
The cold clawed at Tasmin’s cheeks and bare legs as she went through the doors of the hospital. She pulled the collar of her jacket up to her neck, and started running. All of the street lamps were on. It was almost dawn, but it the night was still in pitch darkness.
She sprinted through the car park and onto the street. It was about a kilometre and a half until she would reach her street, but it wouldn’t take too long. Tasmin knew it wasn’t safe to be out on the street at this time of the night, but she had no choice. Her plan had to work. It just had to.
Soon she arrived at her street. Her breath came in short gasps as she fished the keys out of her pocket and slipped them into the lock. Carefully and quietly, she turned the key and snuck into the house.
Tasmin ran up the stairs two at a time, careful not to wake Michael. She wasn’t sure whether her dad was home. He had said he would try to make it to the hospital as fast as he could, after work, but he hadn’t been there.
She checked her phone for any messages from her father. There was one voicemail message:
“Hey Taz - it’s me, Dad. Just letting you know that I can’t come to the hospital tonight. I’m so sorry. Tori had to go see her family on the other side of the city late at night, so I had to come straight home so someone could be here with Michael. He and I will be coming to the hospital first thing in the morning, don’t you worry. We’ll see you there.”
So he was here in the house.
Tasmin crept past her brother’s bedroom door and into her room, shutting her door quietly behind her. A thought found its way into her head: What if her plan didn’t work?
No, it had to work. Her friend’s fate was in her hands. And besides, her gift - or curse, whatever - it was given to her for a reason. This must be it.
She sat down in her desk chair and fumbled quickly around in her drawers for paper. She found a stack and piled it up onto her desk. She found a ballpoint pen and made sure there was enough ink.
Suddenly, her phone rang.
“No,” she whispered under her breath and grabbed it from her pocket. “Don’t wake up Michael, don’t wake up!”
Tasmin pressed the answer button and put the phone to her ear.
“Hello?” She said.
“Tasmin? Is that you?” It was Thalia.
“Yes, it’s me. Look, Thalia, I’m sorry, but I’m going to hang up.”
“Don’t you dare, Tasmin!”
“I’m sorry. I have to do this.”
“Whatever you’re doing - please, just tell me what you’re doing.”
“I can’t do that.”
“Why not?”
“I just can’t. And I’m sorry.” Tasmin hung up.
Her hand was shaking violently as she lifted the pen upwards. She didn’t know if it was going to work. She didn’t know if she was mad. She didn’t know if she was ever going to see Natalie’s smile again.
She pressed the tip of the pen onto the paper. Where would she start? Would it work if she started too early - or too late?
And then, all of a sudden, the words came to her. They sang to her, in her mind. They came flowing out of her fingertips, onto the page. Half the time, she didn’t even know what she was writing. She just knew that she was in control of them - of the words.
It all started when Natalie was invited to the party.
The words she wrote told about the three of them. Of Natalie’s popularity. Of Thalia’s beauty. Of Tasmin’s gift - her words. They told of the party, of the accident, of the pain. They told of the row they had at lunch, that one time. They told of the hospital, the tears. They told of Tasmin’s hope, that she would succeed in saving Natalie, in bringing them all together again.
She couldn’t lose another person. Not now, not ever.

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Chapter Thirteen ~ Tasmin

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