Hey Back Again And Ready To be Met with some more Doom and Disaster? I hope so! Here I'd like to put the quote of this book, Drastic times call for drastic measures. Which is something I'd say is a Very Bad Idea, if yu read on . . .

" I was horrible to her, " I heard someone whimper, " Oh Grannie, it was all my fault that she got hurt, I was horrid! And now . . ."

I opened my eyes and saw I was back in the beautiful little bedroom, my head on the same soft pillow, on the squashy blue bed. 

La illah ha illalah!

I sighed, some peace maybe? I brought up my hand to touch my forehead and instead I felt a huge lump. I squealed, it felt like my head was burning the second I touched it. My hair was stuck onto my head with sweat, and my clothes felt too tight.

I could still hear the crazily annoying cries," Oh Grannie, it's terrible what I did. Terrible! " 

And then the voice bursted into tears. 

Shut up nutty girl! Shut UP! 

I jerked my head off the pillow  and stared at the two figures in front of me. 

Jane and Harriet.

Jane was sighing at Harriet, her brows creased in a frown, and Harriet had tears pouring down her cheeks, her nose red and miserable. 

Jane twisted her head around to see I was awake, sitting bolt upright, my head was a volcano erupting, steam pouring out of it, burning lava gushing out . . .

I shuddered, why was I going crazy?!?

Jane smiled at me," Darling, you're awake! " 

She hurried to the whit cupboard and grabbed a small glass bottle, and a large orange container.

She saw me stare at the containers.

" You wondering what it is honey? " She sounded just as jolly but a little uptight and loud as if she was trying to block something," Well honey, the glass jar has some colourless headache medicine, instant of course and the orange one's got our homemade ointment and cure  for . . . "

I heard muffled gasps for air and turned my gaze to Harriet.

" I'm - so, sorry for being a horrible person, " cried Harriet, " I don't want anything to happen to you - "

" It wasn't your fault, it's alright, " I cut in, " What was that black square thing in your hallway? "

I turned to Jane.

She returned to her normal self," That's a phone, honey. "

That explains a lot.

" Fone? " I felt annoyed, this was stupid, if they wanted to speak another language then I just wasn't having it!

Harriet stopped crying, " You don't know, " she said, she wiped her tears and sat on my bed, her golden hair was twisted into elaborate braids, her eyes full of sweetness.

Tentatively, she reached for my hair. Before I could help it I flinched back from the softness of her fingers.

Her eyes filled with remorse, pleading with me. At last I repeated," What's a phone? "

Jane said softly," Only Eddie can tell you that. Lie down, let me put these on. "

I'd forgot she was here! I looked at her, confused. Eddie?

Then I lied down, trying not to winced as she lathered green stuff onto my forehead with a gentle motherly hand, which made the pain fade away almost instantly. Would my mother's hands have been so gentle, so loving ?

I tried banishing the thought but it was hopeless. Mum was squeezing my hand as she helped me drink a special medicine that tasted like over-sweet honey. Then she handed me a glass of lemonade, and Dad looked at me, his eyes full of pride, giving me an icecream. The icecream was soft, sweet and cold, and tasted amazingly milky, melting in my mouth.

" Sarah, you will never fail to impress me, you are so brave, believe in Allah and in the truth, and that we love you. "

La illah ha illalah, Alahuakbar, alahuakbar, la illaha illalah. 

A minute later Jane's face peered over at me. In my hand I held a glass of water and I was licking a crumbly cookie.

" My dear, I ought to go and see Basma - "

" Where's Bas? " I asked looking into Jane's green eyes intensly. She broke contact, and I knew something was wrong.

" Basma? " I said in a squeaky high-pitched voice.

" Bas - ma, is right here, " I looked past the doorway and smiled in relief to see Basma standing by the doorway, then I noticed Jane was looking right out of the window. 

" What's wrong Jane!?! " I asked, panicked, jumping off the bed, trying to ignore the fact that the carpet seemed like quicksand, ready to sink me any moment.

Basma hurried to my side and grabbed my hand, " Steady on Sarah, bismillah, hirahma, niraheem, go on say it, it's alright. And it'd time for Asr Prayer, let's go. "

But I was only half listening, I was watching Jane mutter, " Eddie, oh hell it's Eddie. Eddie. "

Harriet was standing next to Jane looking out of the window, I tried edging closer but Basma pulled me back.

" Not our business, " she reminded me firmly, " Come on, let's do Asr Prayer. " 

I sighed and followed her to the beautiful tiled bathroom, and went inside, quickly doing wudu in the sink so I could do namaz. I wiped my hands on the fluffy white towels again and walked back into the hallway.

" My turn, " Basma said , racing into the bathroom while I observed the Hallway more closely. 

The laundrery basket was now on a green and blue ironing stand, in the very end of the hallway in front of the bedroom that I had slept in. Opposite that room was another bedroom with its  door an inch open so I could see a large black screen and a lot of mess. I avoided the window and the black rectangle shape. 

Next to the bathroom was the capsule thing and opposite it was  a wall with waves of different shades of blue.  Then as I walked on further there were two more doors on either side of meand the wall with the painting I had knocked into.

It was still impeccable, nothing could break it. The right hand door was a sea green and had a silver door handle. The left hand one was a lemon-yellow with the words Harriet's room engraved on it in rose pink and a golden jewelled knob. 

I twisted the jewelled knob and opened the door a little to see a large banner that said in yellow, Princess Harriet, underneath it was hundreds of jewlery and make-up all organised neatly onto a pink wardrobe. 

It was weird though, everything looked immaculate and disused, they were all scrubbed clean but had faded lettering. Next to it was a sea green bed, on it was some pens, pencils and a sketchpad, arranged so neatly they could never have been used.

Something was wrong. Very wrong.

" Don't snoop, " Basma said in a distressed voice," Look how kind they are - "

" Something's wrong Basma, something's really wrong, " I looked at her with wide - eyes.

" What is it Sarah? " She asked me, pulling her hair into her scarf," Sarah? "

She looked into my eyes, hers were full of tension and worry.

" Look into her bedroom. Everything's so neat, too neat. Nothing's been used, and if you look out of the window we have no neighbours, none at all. We're cut off from the entire world. What is this Speedon-Eastburn place, do you know where we actually ARE Basma! "

Basma stayed silent.

That was it. What are we even supposed to do! Something is very wrong, something happened when I got bumped.

" Basma what happened when I got bumped? " I whispered, " Basma? "

Her eyes became stone cold, lonely and hopeless.

" Basma!?! " 

" Jane went to her room, and got a call on her phone - " I gave her a annoyed glance and she said - " A way to communicate and do other things. I heard her talking, and crying and whimpering. Harriet told me it was her fault you got hurt, but she didn't go hysterical like she did when you woke up. Then she told me about her annoying brother - "

" Eddie - " I added.

" Who was her annoying but adorable eleven-year-old brother. How she's worried and that he's been lost since yesterday night when he went to the garden and that she's worried and her grandma doesn't know so she said he's gone for a sleepover. Then Jane called for Harriet to come in her room. When Harriet came back she was seething with anger and stormed into her room, " she said all this very quietly.

" You have to go, now! " Harriet said from behind us. I twisted around to face her. Her eyes were scared, tears were running down her cheeks and she was pale, " Now! " 

She began to moan," Before Grannie gets - "

Behind her was Jane, looking haunted and depressed, " I hate myself for what is going to happen. " She cried, " I'm sorry. So sorry. "

What was going on? Sorry for what? What was going to happen?

Harriet twisted around to face Jane, " This isn't any way to fix things Grannie, " she said hollowly and pressed something on the glass capsule, now I looked closer I saw it was a button. With an arrow pointing down. 

Jane tried stopping her, grasping  Harriet's hand and trying to come close glass cubicle that Harriet was shielding, but Harriet soon had Jane's hands in hers, firm and unrelenting. 

" No, " Jane looked desperate, " Harrietta you can't do this to Eddie, " she croaked, " Eddie, I thought you loved him. Harrietta he's your b-brother. Harrietta ! You love him, Harrietta ! "

" I do, " she whispered, a single tear trickling down her cheek, " But you can't sacrifice them for him. "

A clink noise sounded from the cubicle and Harriet gently pushed Jane away.

" We're going to die too, now that they're gone, " whispered Jane as she got pushed away, " And Eddie. "

But Harriet ignored her. 

And pushed Jane away from us, ' I'm sorry, ' she mouthed at me with eyes made up of grief.

As if sorry could change anything. But it changed my heart, my betrayal started turning into pity and I almost cried for her, she couldn't loose her grandson. 

But there was no time.

" They'll be here soon, " Harriet said, trying not to let her voice crack.

She was my favourite person right now. Alhamdulilah, for people like her. I sent a quick prayer for her and her family in my mind and faced Basma, who was all teary-eyed.

" Basma, " I whispered, " Get ready. "

I saw Harriet look at me one last time," I'm sorry for everything Sarah, I hope you will find a way back. "

Basma murmured," Will you two be alright? "

" We'll find somewhere to go, " I heard Harriet say quietly.

CLING! Said the glass cubicle.

" Get away from here, " Harriet whispered," Get somewhere safe. We'll give you some time. "

The glass doors slid open, and Basma hugged Harriet whispering a goodbye to Jane. 

She came inside the glass cubicle and the doors began to close.

" Thank you, " I said, and added, " Both of you . . . "

Basma waved, sadly at the two figures outside and it was not till the doors shut I yelled, " Come with us! "

But Harriet shook her head, and I knew she was going to buy us some time. She was going to save us again.

Behind her stood Jane, looking lost and miserable, and Harriet, trying so hard to stay strong, she looked like a deathly beautiful person I'd never seen before. 

The real Harriet. Then the cubicle began to move downwards and their faces were gone. I crumpled into a corner of the cubicle and hugged Basma, both of us crying for all the people we'd lost.

I attempted at making this a miserable read. Did I accomplish?

What do you think of the Real Harriet? Not Princess Harrietta, but the Real Harriet. And does the quote work well?

And did I give you your Doom and Disaster?

Sorry, so many questions. I'm really happy you have read this, so far! You readers are all AWESOME! I'm not sure people are reading this story anymore so if you are then please tell me so I can continue.

Have an Amazing Day everyone!