InsaneJournal

(for eleni and whoever else is around!)
Annabelle blinked.

The wall in front of her wasn't the wall that'd been there when she fell asleep in the arm chair. That wall, in her dorm room, had a big poster on it. Van Gogh's Sunflowers. This wall had some strange painting of what looked like a chocolate zombie Jesus.

Not the cliche kind of zombie Jesus. Not the standard joke. No. the thing had bites out of it, and at His feet, there were.. were those vampire ducks?

She sat up straighter in the chair, looking around for a suite mate who might've picked her lock and changed stuff around on her. Nobody was here. She got her feet under her, pulled on her red cardigan, grabbed her messenger bag, and opened the door.

This was most definitely not her hallway, either.

Annabelle began to get slightly panicky. She was trying not to get upset. She knew what would happen if she did. The last thing that would help the situation of not knowing where she was would be flying objects and flickering lights. She took big, deep breaths and headed for the end of the hall, where she could see daylight. She opened the door and stepped outside.

This was not New Orleans.

The trees were wrong. There was an absence of sweetness to the air from the Bougainvillea.

Those deep breaths were getting harder.

Annabelle took her cell phone out of her bag, fumbling with it. She found the recent calls, hit DAD, and send. Nothing happened. She tried one more time.

With the phone held to her ear, she shut her eyes. She was going to have to find her way home, or at least to other people, on her own and without hurting anybody. She felt like a child for thinking that way, but it was true. She raced down the front steps of the building she'd woken up in and toward the street, phone still to her ear, looking one way and another, trying to decide which way to go.