A date on the Eiffel Tower

Chapter five:

The day dragged on after that but I didn't mind. I wished he would come back and I could meet him again but I didn't want to get my hopes up so I locked up as usual and it was still raining. I moved here to get away from the bloody british weather, but no, it had to follow me. I locked the door then walked down the street. It was a light rain at first and I didn't mind but then it started to increase.

The rain was coming down hard and I didn't have anything to protect myself against the forces of nature. I started running but couldn't get anywhere with my heels so I took them off and carried them. My feet were soaked from stepping in puddles on the empty roads.

All I want to do is take a nice warm shower so I run not caring what is coming when I cross the road, although I wish I did. I spin my head to the side flicking my hair around as a person on a push bike hits me.

It wasn't with much force but I fell over backwards hitting my head on the concrete floor. I can feel my head resting in a puddle but the noise around me goes fuzzy and my vision goes blurry. I can feel someone place their hands either side of me and lean over above me.

I could see a blurry boy's face and I think I can hear a muffled voice shouting my name. The voice sounds almost familiar but I don't stay conscious long enough to find out who it is. The world around me disappears and I go into darkness.

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I clench my hand under a duvet and I feel warm. I feel like I'm in bed. My bed. I roll over not hearing my alarm, therefore knowing that I have a little extra time to sleep. Last night must have just been a bad dream. I don't open my eyes but as I pull the sheet over my head and take a deep breath through my nose but this isn't my house.

The sheets smell of aftershave and vanilla. That is definitely not my smell. My eyes snap open as I pull the covers off my head and look around the room. It looks like a hotel room but with a much homelier feel. At the end of my bed there was a gap for the floor, then a television on a stand. Either side of that are glass windows which are pushed open blowing the curtains back in the breeze.

To my right is a book shelf which covers the whole of that wall to the door. The other side is a velvet sofa with matching cushions on it and a book. On top of the book is a cup of coffee and a saucer. I pull the duvet off as I get up walking towards the windows. I can feel the wind blowing my hair out of my face and over my shoulder.

I walk over the squeaky floorboards and over to the books. I run my finger along the shelves reading over the titles of the books. Something catches my eye as I look to the back of the room. It's a mirror. I look into it and see my worn out reflection.

I am wearing nothing but a large shirt. It covered everything but was far too short to be a dress of anysort. The sleeves were long and the cuff was further off my arm than my hand. The shirt smelt the same as the bed, just stronger.

That's when I hear it. Someone turning the knob on the door to open it. I jump onto the bed to run to the other side when I twist my ankle. I am standing on the bed as I hear them walk in and I fall to the floor. My leg goes off the edge as I flop down luckily hitting my head on the pillow and not the floor. I ungracefully thump onto the ground grabbing my head.

I can hear them running over to me but not before placing something on the bed. I grab the shirt pulling it down to cover as much of me as I can. That's when he stands at the foot of the bed looking down at me.

"Are you okay? Did you hurt yourself?" He starts to walk towards me but I shout at him and back away to the wall still flustered by everything that's going on.

"Get away from me! What happened? Where am I?" I shout as he backs up and his face suddenly springs to my memory. "Thomas?"

"Yeah. Sorry for scaring you, I didn't mean to." He replies to me softly.