Will's eyelids fluttered open, his dark lashes brushing against his cheek. He swallowed the ineffably bitter taste that dominated his mouth. The world outside was a blur, and the seventeen year old had to continuously blink until his sight returned. The first thing he was aware of was the the vacancy of the place, and the brick wall his head was resting on. He tried standing up despite the empowering feeling of fatigue.
His knees were wobbly, and as he ran his hand through his shaggy mane of black hair. He moved slowly, then increased his pace when he felt less groggy. He roamed through the deserted streets, dimly lit by lamps that were alien to him. The buildings he passed were stunted and more-over alien looking, to him at-least. Despite the fog that surrounded him, beads of sweat formed on his brow and dampened the hair that hung over it. The loneliness was tangible, until, he saw the faint flicker of light. Elated was an understatement to how he felt as he rushed to the house with the grey cobblestone path. Little did he know this path would lead him to his hope and wreck.
The scuffling noise his shoes made were followed by the a knock on the peculiar wooden door. The sign above it read "Iver's". His emerald eyes-dark without light, raced over the house, searching for a window. He found one, with white flowers drooping over the sill yet emanating a fragrance he couldn't match. He knocked harder, flinched when the door opened roughly, then rushed to it.
Bare feet, followed by a stick, then by a woman. She was pale, her hair once coloured was now grey, but what caught Will's eyes was her expression. She was frightened.
"Are you insane?" she whispered, furrowing her brow. She peeked around the neighbourhood, which he thought was futile since it was empty. She then peered at him, inquisitively, taking in his rugged clothes, messy hair and uncivilized appearance in general. "Are you okay?"
"Insane or okay?" he asked, his voice rusty since he hadn't spoken at all.
The woman replied by dragging him in, pulling his scarred hand by her own frail one. His eyes widened as she closed the door behind her. His pitch increased as he protested, but he stopped when she spoke, "You can't be out during an air rai-"
"Pardon me?" he asked, his head aching slightly, not because he had no sleep but because he was confused.
The woman didn't reply, or didn't bother to, but went inside, indicating that he should follow her.
He sighed and walked in. What made his heart stop, what made his head hurt and what made his palms wet, sat above the kitchen counter in brave, bold letters;
27th of July 1944.
Will felt the oxygen seep out of him, barely tugging his lifelines, his coarse voice was the only that echoed on the cobble-stoned street in London. "Where am I?"
Amusement crossed the woman's face, and her quiet voice whispered, "How funny that you shouldn't know, you've always been here."
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what is an author's note tbh
most of the chapters will probably be short
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Years Ago He Perished
Fiksi Remaja-Nightmare where he thought he was already awake.
