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Hallucinations

Hallucinations

I wake up to the sound of soft bird whistles that is my alarm, reminding me of the day I've got ahead of me. I have been dreading this day for a long time now. Today is that day I head from Rye, England back to Paris, France to attend my beloved uncle's funeral. My uncle was like a second dad to me. My actual dad was a lousy father. He kept losing his jobs and was most of the time drunk, so my uncle took care of me when my father wasn't unable to. I slowly climb out of bed and head to my closet, skipping breakfast due to my loss of appetite. I take out my long black dress, sleeves running all the way down my arms along with a black beret and a pair and navy blue, almost black, heels. I then add on a watch and simple silver cross necklace for accessories. Packing the rest of my belonging to stay the week in France, I check my watch and see that my taxi should arrive any minute now, and quickly run to the bathroom to brush my teeth. After I pack them, I run out the house.

As I lock the door the typical black British taxi pulls up waiting for me to enter. I place my luggage in the trunk of the cab, carrying my bag with me to the cab door. As I try to open the door, I accidently drop my bag, the content spilling out on to the ground due to the shaking of my hand. I gather my belongings also trying to gather myself together. I hop into the car and we drive off to head to the Rye train station. While driving, I glance out the window with many thoughts rushing through my mind, holding back my tears and feeling my throat tighten at the thought of my uncle. I close my eyes trying to clear my mind, and slowly drift off to sleep.

I hear the drivers voice waking me up informing that we have arrived. I pay the driver, gather my things, grab my luggage and walk off.

"A single, standard ticket to Paris please." I smile to the lady at the desk.

"return or one way?" She asks politely.

"One way please." I say getting out my wallet.

"That would be £191.00. Will that be cash or card?" She speaks as she prints off the ticket.

"That'll be with card." I replay.

I swipe my card, thank the lady and head to the train track. As I head to the tracks, it starts to sprinkle. The rain gradually gets heavier until it starts to pour down. I look around to look for shelter, but there is none to be seen. I then look for a bench, but yet again, there are none around. Opening my beige bag, I start to hunt for my black umbrella. Sheltering myself from the rain, my legs begin to feel week from standing, so I place my navy trunk horizontally on the flooded floor and take a seat on top of it. I sit and watched the flood as the water builds up and the rain drop created a ripple effect on the water. Hypnotized but the ripples I sit their day dreaming not realizing someone is trying to talk to me. I gasp as I feel a hand touch my shoulder.

"Sorry didn't mean to scare you." Looking up, I see a tall, handsome man, with slightly brown slightly blond hair, blue eyes and a gorges smile.

"Oh, no that's alright. I was just in my own world." I smile back to him.

"Are you headed to Stockholm as well?" He asks taking a seat next to me.

"Uh no. I'm going to Paris." I move over giving him room to sit on my trunk so he doesn't sit on the flooded floor.

"Ah. Paris. The city of love." He replies causing me to chuckle.

"I thought it was the city of lights?" I Say back.

"Well that too." We laugh in unison. "So why are you heading to Paris?"

"Um, well I'm heading to my uncle's funeral." I look down at my feet, swallowing my tears trying to hold them back.

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that." He says sympathetically.

"Thank you." There was a long pause of awkward silence. "So. Why are you heading to Stockholm?" I say, trying to brake it.

"Well my older sister just had a little baby girl, so I'm going to go meet her." He smiles once again causing me to smile.

"Wow. Tell her I say congratulations." I reply.

"Will do." He says then looks around. "I'm going to head to the vending machine. Would you like anything?" He asks looking back at me.

"Oh no. You don't have to get me anything." I politely refuse.

"No I insist. No man should buy himself something without buying something else for a pretty girl who he just met." He says standing up.

"Well thank you. I wouldn't mind a sprite." I look up and smile.

"One sprite coming right up." He starts to walk towards the vending machine, punches a few buttons in and comes back with a can of coke and sprite. He seems to have already opened my can for me.

"Thank you for the drink." I say before taking a sip. "Does the baby have a name?"

"Yes. Her names Harper." He says swallowing his drink.

"That's such a nice name." I grin.

"Yeah. It is. And on the topic of names. I'm Michael." He puts out his hand for me to shake.

"I'm Amelia." I say shaking his hand.

We continue to talk, learning a bit more about each other. For one moment there, I forget that I was heading to my uncle's funeral. A few more minute pass and his train arrives.

"Well this is me. I hope to see you again Amelia, and I'm sorry again about your uncle." He says as he steps onto the train.

"Thanks, and I hope to see you again too." I smile and wave him off.