Re-writing History

chapter 2

So, I think this story might be a little confusing because if people don't know about the holocaust and concentration camps then it's gonna be hard to understand. Also the visions that Rowan are having aren't going to happen in order of significant things that happened in Genevieve's life- they're all gonna be jumbled up (kinda like a jigsaw) but sometimes they will be things that have happened in consecutive order. Just to clear up whats happening. 

Personally, I'm not a fan of this chapter. I think later on I'm gonna go back and change A LOT because it's just there to introduce a few things. Tell me what you lot think though because I really do care about your opinion. 

So vote, comment and fan!

The picture on the side is of Jenna!

Chapter 2

"I hate days like today- don't you?" Brea moaned from behind the counter as we surveyed the desolate cafe before us. I nodded glumly, wishing I hadn't rushed to work. The clock that hung on the far corner of the pallid walls ticked tauntingly, showing every minute that passed excruciatingly slow.

"I think we might as well close up earlier," She continued, placing the magazine she had been reading down. I nodded again in agreement, thankful at the thought that the day might just end a bit earlier.

"Should I stay with you while you close up?" She asked, already beginning to collect her coat that she'd placed on her stool. 

"No, don't you worry yourself. There'd not be much point in us both standing out in the cold." I said, as I moved around the counter, pressing my finger against the light switch. The room fell into darkness.

Both I and Brea stumbled, crashing into each other several times until we reached the doorway. I twisted the door handle and pushed open the door at the same time Brea shoved me forward causing the both of us to tumble out. We fell with a shriek but before either of us could collide with the awaiting pavement, I caught my footing. 

Taking a deep steadying breath, I turned to Brea with a stormy glare on my face. I had done my shifts alongside her for a year now and although used to her erratic behaviour, today I didn't find it the slightest bit amusing.

"Was there any need for that?" I ground out, scraping my teeth together to prevent harsh words from escaping. 

Her doe eyes widened in surprise and her usual grin fell away as confusion contorted her face into a frown. 

"Wow, what's crawled up your ass and died?"  

I didn't find the comment particularly offensive because in all honesty, I was asking myself the same question. Lack of sleep is what I dwindled it down to.

"Look, I'm sorry- I just need to sleep and next week I'll be as good as new. I was a bit harsh there." My teeth grazed my lower lip guiltily, while I averted my eyes to the ground. There was a moment of silence before Brea replied. 

"It's cool Row," She smiled before glancing at her wrist watch and biting her lip.

"I need to"- she began but before she could even finish, I cut her off with a slight smile. 

"Go on, I'm not fussed,"  

Brea smiled sincerely, reaching out and giving me a brief hug before she turned and began to jog down the dark streets. 

For a long moment I watched her retreating figure until my weary eyes could no longer see her. Releasing a breath, my fingers curled around the cool metallic key in my pocket and pulled it out.

Under the flickering street lamp, I began the process of locking the many locks. For a moment my nimble fingers paused as I felt eyes on my back.

Cocking my head to the side, I met curious brown eyes.