Cold

Cold // Chapter Two

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     Juliet's POV

I'm alive. The first thing I realized was I'm alive. The second thing I realized is that I was not on the road anymore. I was in a place that I didn't recognize. It was just a plain room. It was all just brown wallpaper, a chair and a sofa, and a bulky TV. I look to my left and a man I realize him form somewhere.

 

"What am I doing here?" I questioned him, my voice being a bit scratchy.

  

"I should be the one asking questions. I mean you are the one who was standing in front of a running car which didn't hit you, then you screamed, and fainted. Are you drunk?" He joked.

 

"I am not drunk. Do I know you? You look like someone I know or recognize."

 

"No, I don't think we have ever met." He said while getting off his chair. He came over to me and squat on his knees, "Are you sure you are not drunk?"

 

"Yeah, I'm sure." I clarified.

 

Then it all clicked. When I looked at his eyes, I knew who he was. He is the guy in my dream. I opened my lips and closed them. I thought I should tell him that he was in my dream. But that would be too freaky. I dreamt about a stranger who I didn't even know who was real until today.

 

"You know what? I should go. I'm completely fine now," I rushed getting off the couch and putting on my shoes.

 

"Are you sure?" He asked.

 

"Yeah, why would you ask that?" I asked back.

 

"Well, I met you because you were standing in the road trying to get yourself killed. So I should at least be the tiniest bit of concerned."

 

"Right. But it's okay. I don't want your time to be waste by me; after all, time is like treasure." I said quickly again. 

 

"Can I drive you home?"

 

"No. The only way you can go back where I came from is the woods."

 

"May I walk you back to your house then?"

 

I thought for a moment and looked at him. Was I about to say yes to a complete stranger? Then again, he did save my life so he is a good person. I nodded. 

 

"After all, I did almost get myself killed. I still might not be in my right mind."

 

"That's what I thought." He chuckled.

 

He grabbed a blue jacket from the chair and opened the door. He led me out and we began to walk.  It looks like a nice neighborhood. Not a trash or liter in site and well-built apartments and houses. If I could, I would live there. It's not that half bad. It's a nice quiet place that has everything you need.