Chapter 41

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Taylor P.O.V

I bolt up right. Breathing quickly as I look around. Memories flashing around my head of the fire. I stand up in an instant and realise that I'm not at home. Or in the office.

I'm what looks like nothingness. Just blank space. Just....white.

I begin to back away when I trip over something. Screaming and falling back.

When I looked to see what I tripped over, there was nothing there. All I saw was some white sparkly flats on my feet.

"What on earth? Where am I?" I ask myself. Standing up and looking at myself. There were no burn marks. Nothing to prove i had just ran out of a fire.

In fact. I was in a beautiful white dress that reached my knees and had a flower crown keeping my hair away from my face.

I look around. "Hello? Hello?" I call. My voice echoing somehow.

"Taylor? Is that you?" I hear Lyndon's voice reply. My heart jumps to my throat as i see the black cat wall towards me. He didn't look anything Le when I found him.

Fur chard, smoke and ash all over him. Singed bits of fur and his paws had no fur when he'd been running through the fire.

But none of that was visible now. He was back to normal again.

I run over and fall to my knees as i embrace him. "Oh thank goodness your alright. I have been so scared." I say into his fur.

"Taylor. Are we dead?" He asks.

I freeze. I couldn't answer. I didn't know.

"Um. I don't know Lynn. Maybe..."

"Taaaaylooor?" A voice called. As if they were talking to a child. "Taylor. You can come out now." It was a woman's voice.

"Come on honey. Stop hiding." A males voice said.

"Taylor. Turn around." Lyndon points behind me.

I turn around to see a couple standing there. All dressed in white.

"Um. Hello. Who are you?" I ask backing away slightly.

Their happy facial expressions fall. "You don't know who we are?" The male asks. Looking at his partner, worried.

I shake my head and Lyndon climbs onto my shoulders.

Thy frown and look at me.

"Taylor, sweetheart. We're your parents."

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