Timeless Lovers

Chapter 6

I had such a horrible dream. It felt so vivid and real. Normally- in my dreams- I feel like I'm drifting in something. Like how it would feel to float in space; however, this time I felt like I was down in the nitty, gritty stuff. As if I was really there. I felt every single emotion I had in that dream and even the physical side of it. Usually, you would only feel that in a lucid dream but, this was no lucid dream. I wasn't in control. I was just being led by what felt right.

The dream consisted of me in a war field. I was some sort of soldier on the battlefield. Apparently, in your dreams, everyone in it are people you have seen in real life. Although, no one in my dream was someone I've met. There were explosions going off everywhere and smoke invaded the air making it harder to breathe and see. Most people on my side were getting shot and were retreating to the barracks. I tried to save everyone I could but I was hopeless. Just because that Grey's Anatomy stuff looks easy on the TV- trust me- it isn't. The dream ended with me getting shot in the back and I woke up frantically trying to get my breathing back to normal.

I had sweat pouring down my face which is quite unusual as it is not very hot in France. I take my feet to the side of the bed and try to recompose myself. I rub my hands across my face to try and comfort myself. Eventually, I go to the toilet and splash my face with water. The coldness of it brings me back to reality. I look up in the mirror at my own reflection. Part of me feels like I don't recognise myself. This life I'm in now is something I'm not useful at, which is odd because you would've thought that the 1910s would've affected me that much. Perhaps, I'm spending too much time there that I'm used to that timeline more than my own. But am I going to ignore these signs so I can still go back? Yes. If someone gave you the opportunity to go back to the 1910s of course you would go. It's a once in a lifetime opportunity.

Suddenly, the pain I felt from that gunshot wound came back. I drop to the floor in agonising pain. I don't understand. This dream wasn't real. I shouldn't be feeling this pain. I really don't want to look at where I got shot at because I don't think then I will be passing out because of the loss of blood. I lift up my shirt and feel my back and press my hand against it. Then I remove my hand and look at it. No blood. Then why is it hurting then? I stand up and turn around to see what the cause is. There is a huge rash covering where I got 'shot'. Obviously then, I have done something to it, but what?

I'm surprised that my mother hasn't woken me up this time. To be honest, I'm surprised she hasn't come at all yet. I get ready so when she does come I can just leave and not annoy her by being late.

BANG, BANG, BANG! That will probably be her. Talking about the bloody devil.

"John, wake up!" she shouted.

I go to open the door. I can't wait to see the look on her face. When I open the door she has a shocked look on her face as if she is saying 'oh'.

"So where are we going this time?" I ask.

They said go to the Louvre, it will be fun. There is nothing fun about standing in a queue in the rain. At least the outside looks aesthetically pleasing. For example, the squares on the floor are symmetrical like the other ones. Same goes for the cream building behind me. The only thing that isn't the same is the bushes. It twists around like a slippery snake. It still looks beautiful though.

Venessa and Harry are here too. Venessa looks like she is lying to herself. On the outside she looks neutral but on the inside I can see she just wants to kill herself. Harry hasn't said anything about me walking in on what happened. But he is giving me a look. It's crystal clear what he will do to me if I talk.

Eventually, we meet the tour guide who gives us a tour of the Louvre. You see pictures online of this small, pyramid building but it doesn't do this place justice. It's way bigger in person. The place has hundreds of paintings from famous artists and you don't really appreciate them until you see them in person.