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I woke up suddenly by an obnoxiously loud screeching sound. Groaning from the incessant throbbing in my head, I rubbed my temples, my eyes opening lazily. I looked around in confusion, finding myself sitting in the train. A lady I recognized sat beside me with a slight smile.

"Well, it was nice to meet you, Charlie." Her strong German accent made me furrow my eyebrows in confusion. "I hope you enjoy your stay in Paris."

She stood up and walked away before I had time to reply. I wasn't exactly sure what had happened but I knew for a fact I had lived this day before and it wasn't just a deja vu. I was one hundred percent sure of it. With shaky hands, I reached for the newspaper that now sat where the German lady was previously sitting. My eyes roamed over the front page before they rested on the date. 29th of March 2013.

That was the day I had left my safe home in Berlin where I lived with Aunt Lily and moved into that dreadful apartment of my father's. Curiously, I looked down at the wrists I knew I had slit. Two scars were etched on it, the red shade of it contrasting with my pale European skin.

A million thoughts raced through my mind at once. I wasn't sure what was happening and I sure as hell had to find a way to figure it out. But how could I find out anything about what was going on with me when the only thing I was sure of was that I had killed myself? I had killed myself over a year from now and here I was, back to square one. Back to where my life became actual hell.

I didn't even make an effort to move from my seat until a gloved hand placed itself lightly on my shoulder.

"Pardon, monsieur." The man replied softly. "The train is to be leaving in a few minutes. You must find yourself out now."

I looked up at him with startled eyes. Despite his rather unfriendly words, a small warm smile played on his thin lips. I nodded hastily, standing up quickly and towering over him. My long legs moved themselves out of the train and my hand gripped tightly onto the handle of my bag.

Everything was as I remembered it to be; the same people rushed past and the same people waited for passengers that were soon arriving. My heart sunk a little at the sight of bright expectant faces waiting for passengers. There was no one waiting for me; I was alone.

Glancing around once more I felt something was different. Quickly I spotted someone who wasn't there before. Sitting on one of the white benches was a girl. Her brown hair was messily tied up on the top of her head, loose strands framing her round face as she looked deep in thought. Her eyebrows were slightly furrowed as her eyes roamed over the screen of her iPad.

I had no idea why I had stopped everything I was doing to stare at this girl. She wasn't one of the prettiest I had seen and she looked rather sloppy if you asked me. She wore no make up and wore a floral long sleeved dress that accentuated her small bust but loosened down her waist, and reached about mid-thigh. Her legs were covered with a pair of black knee socks and ballerina shoes.

I was brought back to reality when she stood up hastily, spinning around on her heels to face a guy strutting in her direction. It was when she stood up that I realized how small she was, she couldn't be bigger than 5"5. The guy approached her, handing her a bottle of juice and she shot him a quick smile. By this point, I had already sat my bag down as my gaze was fixed to both of them.

In a swift movement, the tall guy picked her up, swirling her around a couple of times as she held her dress down so her underwear wouldn't show. I chuckled slightly to myself at her innocence and preservation. As he set her down, his lips met hers in a smooth kiss. I snorted as his hands rested on her shoulders and she held onto his white tee shirt.

He gave her a last hug, saying something that made her smile slightly before picking his bag up and walking towards the train. My eyes were still glued to her as pale blue eyes met mine, a warm smile forming on her lips before she turned around, breaking our gaze. My head screamed at my feet to walk away, to get the metro to my father's house but they just wouldn't budge. I watched as she put on a beige trench coat that went to just about the hem of her dress, a purple scarf that matched her dress being thrown around her pale neck. Picking up her bag and stuffing the iPad inside, she walked away.