Only Time Will Tell | hs |

two

song for this chapter:
Bloodstream by Stateless
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AURALEIA

It was quiet, more quiet then before. I slowly open my eyes, squinting in hopes that they will adjust. It was dark, pitch black. Was it not just morning? I pondered on that thought for a moment, I was passed out for that long? As I gained better consciousness, my eyes began to function better in the dark. I could make out mere shapes and shadows. I definitely did not intend for this to happen.

I leaned upwards, careful not to give myself anymore damage than I already did, but as soon as I did, a piercing headache shot throughout my skull. I groaned, putting my hand over my forehead and rubbed it as an attempt to stop the pain from continuing to spread. When the headache passed I stood up, getting my balance back as well as my confidence, which definitely shattered as soon as I passed out on the floor. How could that have happened anyway?

I looked at the bronze stopwatch that was laid neatly beside me, and picked it up, I inspected it. The hands on the watch pointed to 12:02. "What the...". It can't be 12am, that's impossible. I couldn't possibly have been out for that long. It has got to be twelve in the afternoon, not in the morning.

I took slow steps towards the door that I entered through, wrapping my fingers around it and pulling it open, the familiar creek of the door startled me. I popped my head out the door frame and peered down the candle lit hallway. It was very clean and looked much more fixed up. I swear the walls were blank before, nothing on them. Now there appears to be portraits, some of individual people and some of a group. Odd. I was unusually nervous, I felt scared to step out into the corridor, my gut was telling me it was wrong. Though I gathered up all my courage, still clutching the stop watch in my palm and shuffled my way out of the door frame and into the hallway.

My shoes were annoyingly loud as I tried so hard to be as quiet as possible. It only took a few steps to my room. I sighed, I know I literally passed out for hours but I would love to sleep right now. My hand reached out for the door nob of my room excitedly but before I could get my fingers around it, I was interrupted.

"Why are you trying to get into my room?".

Oh god. If I walk into the wrong room one more time, I swear I am going to put my own fist in my own face. I let out an over exaggerated sigh, throwing my head up in annoyance and embarrassment. "Listen, I'm sorry, I thought that it was-", I turn to face the person, but I swear I've seen them before. A man, a young man, dark brown curls in his hair, and though the lighting is dim, I can see that his eyes are a beautiful green. It's the man from the photo! The younger looking one, but how is he in front of me right now?

"Your the man from the photo, how is that possible?" I whisper, just enough for him to hear, he's about a metre away, staring at me with a scowl.

"Are you mad? What photo are you speaking of, and what are you wearing?" he says rudely, looking at me up and down in a judgy manner, as if I'm a crazy person who just recently broke out of an insane asylum.

this is so fucked up. Either I'm officially crazy or I've maybe, possibly, travelled through time? No, no way, absolutely not.

"I'm sorry, um-" I clear my throat, "-uh what is the date today?" I ask, honestly shocked at myself for even asking that question.

"Are you being serious? You really are deranged.", he lets out a scoff, "It's October 2nd, 1819".

Did I hear that right? My hearing must have been damaged from the fall, it is not 1819, it can't be. I'm not even born yet, my parents aren't even born yet, not even my grandparents or great grandparents. I have no family, no friends, no identity.