We 7 Forever

Chapter 55: Anastasia

Above: Anastasia With An Unknown Little Girl

I walk up the gangplank to the ship, No one saw me or caught me, I was too fast, Finally, I can get to Crimea, I haven't seen it in so long. I hand my ticket to the man, "Have I seen you before?" He narrows his eyes at me, He wouldn't recognize me now unless somehow they got me in the papers for stealing, "Maybe you recognize my wife from her beauty." Dima comes up to me, Wife? What is he even doing here? I barely know him! The ticket man looks at us suspiciously before letting us go inside. "Isn't my acting good?" He laughs as I pull away from him "What are you doing here?! Saying I'm your wife! You grabbed me on the street!" I snap at him, Is He following me? For the Bolsheviks? His name is Russian and he has an accent, He just shrugs "I'm a traveller, I want to see France." I scoff and turn on my heel, "We have to appear together since you are my wife." He gives me a boyish grin and walks off in the opposite direction, Appear? With him? I've only ever been on the arm of my relatives, I walk down the stairs, I've never ever travelled in second class but it's all I had money for, I could have technically stolen a first class ticket but this will do, I set my bag down on the bunk and realize there's four, I have to share with three people? I don't mind one girl since I've shared with Mashka my whole life. Did. Did share with Mashka. I climb up on the top bunk and pretend I'm up a tree like when I was little, Happier and simpler times. I close my eyes and drift off to sleep. Faces appear in my dream, Yurovsky, Lenin, Alexei? I start running to Aloysha but he just keeps shrinking further back until he's at the edge of a river, Felix's house behind us, What are we doing here? "Don't fall!" I scream but my voice is drowned out by the loud wind blowing, Its the same river that our friend was found in. I see him take a step back...I wake up in a cold sweat, I can tell I'm sharing a room with two people on the other bunk, At least they aren't here, I breathe heavily and jump down off my bunk, Hurting the bunions on my feet, What even was that? My mind is torturing me, It must be. "Bad dream?" I see Dima sitting on the bunk below me, What the hell? "Are you following me?" I snap "No, It's not my fault we got the same room." He shrugs and continues cracking the walnuts in his hand, I can hear music playing from another room, Maybe it's a dance. "What's that noise?" I ask "Music, There's a dance." He stands up and holds his hand out to me "I'm not a great dancer." I take it without thinking as he puts a hand on my waist and I put a hand on his shoulder as he supports me and starts to dance.