Can you go get help or something?" came her muffled voice.I shook my head in disbelief. Only a busty brick-head blonde like Emma could have managed to...get herself stuck in a fucking window in plywood house obstacle at a paintball place.I walked around the far side of the building and through the only other entrance which was a hole in the plywood shaped like a door. There was Emma, completely stuck with her arms pinned to her sides by the window. I walked up to her prone head and stared at her. I wanted to experience something. I wanted risk. Alcohol wasn't going to cut it. Tingling with a sense of urgency and discomfort, I quickly paid for my meal, and before I left the restaurant, I took a trip to the bathroom and changed into my floral halter top and mini skirt. I let my hair down from its usual ponytail, flipping my sun-bleached locks to frame my face in the mirror. Finally feeling ready to take on the world, I left the restaurant, searching for something to satisfy this growing. Sleep, Katherine, sleep. Allow yourself to go and trust utterly the words and wisdom of my voice and touch, but this time stay with me…stay with me, Katherine.’ I felt myself again transcend reality and enter a realm so different than the stressful world I usually live in, although this time it was different…I lived the conversation but from a transient plane. Tara asked, her tone so soft and warm, ‘How did it make you feel to dress up more the past couple of days?’ ‘At first I was nervous, but. I reached the hotel at 10:30 am and went directly to meet everyone at the banquet where everyone had gathered. I greeted everyone and then was searching for my sister who was the bride. I asked one of my aunt’s about it and she told me that she is in her room getting ready. It was a surprise for my sister as she had no idea that I was going to be there. I directly went to her room and rang the doorbell, my sister’s friend opened the door and told me that Kajal was in the bathroom. I told her.