Across the Universe (ON HIATUS)

Chapter 3 Liverpool

Chapter 3

Liverpool

Cool. My face felt cool and wet. The little droplets that fell from the sky landed on my face causing me to stir from my slumber.

My eyes fluttered open blinded by the light produced from the dark, grey skies. It wasn't that bright but it was enough for me to close them back up. My head was pounding and pulsing as if someone was hitting me with a hammer on the same spot. God, the pain was astounding.

Wait... What happened last night? I was at a party but I didn't drink like a typical college student to cause such a nasty hangover. What happened after that? What did I do? And why am I having a difficult time remembering anything? God, seriously what's the deal? Now I'm irritated. 

Having a bit of difficulty standing up from my sitting position, holding the grimy brick walls for support, I noticed how gross the air smelled but when I turned my head to the right I noticed a bunch of garbage and trash all over the place. That explains one thing.

I felt something on my foot only to look down and noticed a rat on top of it. "Aagh!" I yelped, lifting my foot for a moment, watching the rat scurry somewhere else. Disgusting. I continued  looking to the right noticing people walk by the alley I was in. Did I get mugged last night? No, then I would've remember something like that happening instantly, I mean, who forgets that they get mugged? Plus, I should be dead by now knowing that I could've put up a fight with some stupid mugger. Can't say I would've won but a punch would have been thrown.

My bag was by my feet. I kneeled down looking through it. All of my stuff is in it but there isn't anything valuable in here except for my...phone! I checked in my pockets giving out a sigh of relief when I felt the thin, cool, thin, device along with the headphones in my pocket.

I walked out of the alley, bag in tow, looking around to see anything that can make out where I am. Oh! Now I remember! I was heading to my new apartment... but then I got hit by a car. Awesome. So, is this heaven? A bit grim and grey to be that. Maybe I blacked out and headed to this alley but why would that be a thing? Whatever.

I walked around the area trying to find my way back to my apartment but everything's different. Nothing seemed familiar. I felt the confusion forming on my face as I realized that the city doesn't look the same. The cars look out of date, well, I mean, they're the type of cars I would like to drive but most people won't own. Pretty expensive to get nowadays. Probably a car show going on. That could explain it. The people that walked by were wearing clothes nobody has anymore and each time they passed by me they gave me weird looks as if I was some sort of strange stain on the sidewalk, trying to figure out what it is.

I ignored them and continued on this unset path. I felt like some sort of tourist by the way I was looking around everywhere, feel kinda stupid really. Looks like I'm not in Kansas anymore.

Alright... I just gotta stay calm. Just ask someone where you're at. Simple as that. That's when a man with a hat covering the frown on his face, carrying a suitcase, walked towards me. I tried my best not to make my voice sound shaky like some dumb little girl. "Excuse mister, can you tell me where I am?"

He gave me a peculiar look, from head to toe and then replied "Yer in Liverpool, England." I gave him a thank you and walked away. Could of sworn I heard him say damn yankees.

How in the hell am I in Liverpool? How does that even happen? Is this some sort of stupid prank? So many questions ran through my mind that I didn't noticed I stopped walking.  I was snapped out of my thoughts when I felt a tap on my shoulder. Turning around to see who it was, I faced a man that was probably around his twenties. His nose was narrow that reminded me of a bird beak and his eyes were small and squinty but were filled with the color of hazel wonderment, curiosity mostly. His somewhat long light brown hair covered his forehead that contained a healthy shine. On his back was a guitar case strapped around his black shirt and leather jacket.

When I looked at him his face went into a confused expression for a moment but then lightly shook his head as if dismissing a thought.  "Excuse me miss, but I couldn't help but notice that ye seemed te be a bit lost, so I was wonderin if ye liked to come and have a cuppa with me and I can help ye find yer way."

He was the only person that's been nice, offering me help, but it'd be dumb of me to accept anything from a stranger. The strange thing is that he seemed familiar to me, then again this just might be me being stupid as usual. Against the better judgement of any normal person, I responded "Um, yeah, that'd be nice. Thanks." We were walking side by side, him leading the way. There was a little awkward silence, or at least to me there was.

"So, noticing yer accent, yer not from around here. Where ye hail from?" he asked, hearing a slight smirk from him. My hands were in my pockets looking down on the ground.

"America. Minnesota to be exact." I said back.

He blew a high pitched whistle and said "Well yer a long way from here." The walk was short as I noticed that we arrived at a diner. We entered, taking a booth for ourselves, sitting across from each other. My God, it's those retro 50's diners....Geez, I thought they tore those down but this one actually looked authentic. I'm shocked. I wouldn't mind coming here often. "I didn't catch yer name, I bet it's as beautiful as you." he said giving me a flirtatious look.

"Oh, so you're gonna start flirting with me are you?" I chuckled at this. This man is ridiculous. "It's Robin Wheatly." I responded. The waitress came by with our tea. Dying of thirst, I took a sip of it, being cautious as to how hot it is. I gave a strange look at my tea, wondering about the weird taste. As a typical American, I dont drink much tea.

The mystery man gave out a giggle, noticing the look on my face. Glad he didn't find me offensive. "I guess I was right. Well me names John. Lennon."

I'm sorry....but what?