The World of Narnia

Time passes so slowly here.

When I got to their house, I mentioned my parents casually and I found out that they were dead.

The funeral was a month ago.

"It was really tragic- a house fire- did you know them?" Peter turned to face me as I numbly stood by the doorway with the Pevensie's. "I…yes, I knew them…" up until they sent me to the Lennox House a few years ago, I added silently. Well. Mum and dad were gone. Rocket was never going to get her farewell wish. How long will it be till I stop failing her?

A week later…

As the Pevensie's new babysitter ("They're so fanciful, but I have too much work to be taking care of children," Professor Digory had told me), I had finally grown tired of the Professor crazy rants about Narnia, Edmund's teasing of Lucy and her imaginations and the way Susan kept watching me and Peter. As if anything was going to between us-I'm much too sexy for him.

It almost made me want to back to the asylum. Almost.

This new life was so strange, tiring and at the same time, incredible. I was no longer the "star of the show", but I was now nearly…normal. These strangers could never know about my past-ever. I guess that's how I feel right now. But is it enough for Rocket and Babydoll, to live like this? Should I simply do myself in right now so I can join them on the other side, if there was one…?

"Lovely, guess what, guess what?!" Lucy came pounding down the stairs to the living room, where Susan and I were sitting around in (I honestly don't know what a babysitter is supposed to do-ugh, kids-but whatever, I get free food and board so why not?). "Not so loud, Lucy, the Professor is working…" Susan quietly said and went back to reading her book. Books, another thing I had to familiarize myself with, as well as grand homes, decent meals each day and a bed to myself where girls don't scream bloody lullabies at night…

"The Professor! He-he-gasp-he opened the door to Narnia," Little Lucy stopped to catch up with her breath, "Can we please go in now?" Susan clucked her tongue, "Lucy, we've done your will at least ten times now, there is NO Narnia." Suddenly, Lucy grabbed Susan's book and sped upstairs with it. When Susan ran up to chase her, my legs automatically ran after her- I've forgotten how it felt to run wildly again-and we passed Edmund and Edward, who started chasing after me, or well, Lucy. I glimpsed all the objects that Lucy now held- Susan's book and the boys' football. She came to a stop in front of a large and wooden wardrobe while we were all trying to catch our breath. Just then, Lucy opened the majestic wardrobe's open and slipped inside. "Lucy! Wait a second!" I walked in with her, trying to pull her back, and give her a piece of my mind-

-when the cold snowflakes hit my lips.

It was so much colder now, even with all the fur attire in the huge closet. Yet, I could see a white opening that looked like a blizzard ahead of me…and was that a lamppost?! Before I could wonder whether my breakfast was spiked with drugs (it's been done before) to see this surreal world, Lucy and I stumbled into a bloodbath.

Darkness…

No… don't go.

...You can't leave me here, Baby… Rocket….

"Love…"

"LOVELY, WAKE UP!"

I woke up in a tent, with a lion looking at me.

What the he-

"You're awake, you're awake!" Lucy stepped toward me and started to hug me. "Nngh… what happened…?" I felt pain in my sides for some reason. I got up tenderly and remembered the lion. Out of pure reflex, I grabbed one of the swords laying around in the tent, brought Lucy behind me and braced myself-all in twelve seconds. "Lucy, stay calm! You take left and I'll take its right-" I stopped myself as soon as I realized that I was imagining myself talking to Blondie- and the fact that the lion had now talked. Talked, that's right.

"Daughter of Eve, we've been expecting you." It growled after stating this.

"What's going on? Where are we? Answer me you stupid cat!" To my surprise, I started yelling at it, as if this was all real. Maybe it was. Whatever you believe is real.

"You and the Pevensie's walked right into a conflict between the one of my own and the Blue Witch's servants. Tomorrow, Sweet Pea, you will conquer the Blue Witch, and you will save Narnia from eternal winter." The lion looked amused as I pondered how he knew my name… and why did Blue seem like such a familiar name? What was this lion talking about saving Narnia…?. "My name's Aslan, and I know all about your past, does the Lennox House strike anything?" Aslan morosely looked at me.

Suddenly, everything came flooding back to me-all the memories I suppressed of them-BabydollsamuraisRocketwarBlondieAmberbloodsomuchbl oodTommySoldier-painpainthebrothelLennoxHouse-

I crumpled to the ground and started crying, I let the warm tears fall and saw their faces in my teardrops. Aslan came forward and whispered to me, "They will be there tomorrow-in fords of Beruna-where we will win the battle." Whatever you imagine is real. "I'll do it-for them." I whispered back my destiny to Aslan.