Past, Present & Future

16

Death is inevitable and no one could ever truly run away from it – it would always catch up to you in the end, just like it did with me. I might have escaped it countless times before, bending fate but this time it held me in its grip, making sure I couldn't get out again. I was dead and I knew it yet I felt no fear and no suffering – I was at peace and I was free. And then I fell from the cloud that I was laying on. 

When I stood up from the hard ground, I was home – my actual home which was burnt down completely, leaving nothing but a memory. However, it was not the same as it was before; all the colours appeared to be sucked out leaving nothing but blandness. My room that was pale blue covered in posters and pictures that had vivid colours became white, pure white. The bed was still neatly made as if I had just woken up and fixed it and some of my old clothes on the floor reminding me of all the times I couldn't be bothered to put them away after a long day. 

A picture on the wall caught my eye – I was young back then, before anything had even begun, I was 9 or 10, smiling at the camera as my mum and dad held me in their arms. Back then, the only problem was a boy in my school that pulled my hair or how I managed to read most of the books at the school library – it was good back then.

I turned around, to walk out of the room that brought so many emotions but then I wish I didn't. "We missed you sweetheart." My mother said, a soft smile playing on her lips. She looked exactly the same as the last time I saw her, the same clothes, the same hairstyle, the same facial expression. I stood rooted to the ground not knowing how to react but before I knew it, I was running into her arms, an action that I wanted to do for so long. She held me in her arms, rubbing circles on my back as tears drenched her grey shirt. She made feel safe as I was in her hold. "I'm sorry, mum. I did everything I could." 

"I know, sweetheart but you have to go back now. It's not your time yet." She whispered in my ear comfortingly as I tried to hold on to her for just a bit longer but it was of no use, her touch on my back was slowly disappearing just like the house around me. Old fashioned music surrounded me yet there was no actual source, getting progressively louder and louder starting from a slight hum and finishing with actual music from which words could have been made out. Images also soon began appearing as I pieced together an empty road ahead of me. 

"Ah look who's finally awake!" A man sitting at the wheel exclaimed. He possessed a British accent which might have sounded friendly but there was something about it that was intimidating. He had curly hair where one of the curls rested on his forehead whilst his blue eyes pierced the road ahead. "Who are you? Why am I here?" 

"Well you see, love, I just having a stroll in the woods and suddenly I saw someone bleeding out so of course I had to help! I'm sure you have heard of me, love." He explained as if it was some story. Looking at him, I began thinking as to who he could have been. He gave of a sense of superiority and power, also one of age and wisdom. My eyes widened as a light bulb light up in my head. 

"Klaus?" I asked slowly, hoping that my assumption was not correct. I begged in my head that he was going to say no, say that I was crazy and that Klaus was just myth and there was no way I would be sitting in a car with him yet the moment a smug smile appeared on his face I knew what I thought was completely correct. "So, you have heard of me. I'm glad." 

Fear crept up within me – I had just managed to die and somehow come back to be in the same car as the most dangerous person in the world. "What do you want from me? I know you wouldn't have just saved me from the goodness of your heart." 

"Of course, I would save you, love. I wouldn't want to face the wrath of my dear old brother when he woke up if he found out that I would have let you die after all."