chapter 14

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by BethLewis8

by BethLewis8

I wake up still on the sofa and I can hear Tony's voice in the next room.

"I don't understand. Every time I make physical contact with her, she passes out. I think we need to take her to a doctor or something. There must be something wrong."

"It happened the other day when she hugged me too. I was upset about Kiersten and she just hugged me to make me feel better and I felt like a massive weight had been lifted off my shoulders, but then she was out for the count" I hear Danielle say next. I stand up and run upstairs - now they both think I'm a freak. I didn't ask for this. I was quite happy back in 1920. I had a job and friends. I didn't ask to be struck by lightning, refused entry to heaven and dumped on someones lawn, 96 years in the future. That wasn't in my life plan. And falling in love with the man I am supposed to 'save'. My head is throbbing with all the thoughts running around. I lie down, feeling sick and scared. What am I going to do?

I hear a knock on the bedroom door. I can't face seeing anyone so I stay silent. The tears are gushing down my face and I can't stop them. I'm making everyone else feel oh so happy when all I feel is alone and terrified. I don't know if I can do this.

I remember a song I had heard when I was in the car with Tony last and start singing it softly.

'I wake up, it's a bad dream

No-one on my side

I was fighting but I just feel too tired

To be fighting

Guess I'm not the fighting kind'

It doesn't stop the tears falling and although it is dark outside, I feel I have to leave. I glance over at a clock on the wall and see it's 12:30 in the morning. I gather up my 1920's clothes and put them in one of the bags Danielle left in here when she bought my clothes. I find a sheet of paper and a pen and write a quick note.

I'm sorry. I don't know what I'm doing anymore. I don't want you to hate me.

Annie

I walk down the stairs and seeing the living room is empty, I head for the front door, slipping outside silently.

I head towards the big house I once called home. My feet are still pretty sore but I carry on regardless. It shouldn't take long to reach there but then what. It's not like it's still my home. I have no home. The thought of that makes me start sobbing again. I'm not paying much attention to my surroundings so I jump almost out of my skin when I hear my name being called.

I spin around and see Mike standing by his car.

"Annie, what are you doing out here at this hour?" he asks.

"Leaving" I mumble. "Tony and Danielle will think I'm a freak."

"What makes you say that?" he asks, kindly.

"It's true" I sob.

He takes my hand and I instantly pull it away. If me drawing the pain out of both Tony and Danielle works, maybe it will with him too and I'm sick of falling asleep, passing out - whatever it is. I turn and try walking away as quickly as my sore feet will allow but within seconds, Mike has picked me up and is walking back to his car with me in his arms. 'Here we go' I think to myself as the tidal wave of tiredness hits me.