The Days Before 16

Chapter 9

Wednesday, 21 January 2015
How are we all??
Ps this is Willow's dress (the one on the left slightly behind the one on the right is the design on the front and the other dress shows the side view of the dress), how pretty right??

Chapter 9-
"Well that was weird." I said trying to lighten the mood. It didn't work. Not by a long shot. But I had to break the silence somehow. The silence was scarier than the intruder itself.
"Willow! What's wrong with you?" Todd said. I took a step back from him. There was so much anger in his voice and he was shaking hard from the anger too. He was losing it big time. His eyes were turning pitch black again and you could physically see he was about to change into his wolf-self. All of a sudden I felt angry at Todd. Just a little bit.
"Take a chill pill." I muttered. I didn't think he could get any madder, but he did. He looked at me but it wasn't him looking at me, it was the wolf. He growled at me.
"Calm down now. That's an order." I said. I didn't know why I said it; it just felt like the thing to say. It just came out. It must have been a leader thing. It must have been the Alpha wolf in me seeping through from my subconscious. It worked though, he calmed down very fast. It was also because it stunned him into being quiet. Minutes ticked by and he was still frozen. I got bored and started to head up the stairs. Why, I don't know. I just did.
"Where on Earth do you think you're going young lady?" he asked. Where was I going? To my room? Shouldn't I be shocked, upset or angry about what just happened? I know I should have been all three but I wasn't. I felt no fear against who that was; it felt like I could trust him. It was the way I trusted Todd. It couldn't be because of his eyes could it? I'm a sucker when it comes to eyes. I always get caught up in them. Did I seriously just start trusting the person who's leaving those drawings of me because of his eyes? What was happening to me? Who was that? And most importantly why was he looking at me that way? Why was he looking at me with lovey-dovey eyes? Where was the nearest mental hospital? I think their missing a patient!
"To my room. Is that ok with you?" I said it like it was obvious, that breaking and entering was normal life for us. Todd laughed but it was one of those laughs that you hear from serial killers just before they're about to chop you into tiny little pieces. I shivered. Why did I trust this person? Why did I feel this way around him? Who was he? What did he mean by 'It's time to remember, just as you always do'? Questions like these swirled inside my head. I could feel a headache forming from all the stress. I rubbed my forehead forcefully with my palm. Wait, I thought, headaches don't form. I've had headaches all my life but not like this one. This one was bad, like really really bad. I was still on the staircase. Todd was still fuming at me and yelling something I couldn't catch. I saw his mouth moving but I couldn't hear what he was saying. It was like my ears had been switched off. My vision clouded over for a second and all I could see was grey. My eyes began to see colour again but everything started to move in slow motion. It was like someone was inside my head and was turning off my senses because I thought of me seeing grey as someone trying to unplug my eyes but they were pulling from the cord not the head, just like the SpongeBob SquarePants episode. I started to sway but I leaned against the wall trying to stop myself from swaying. Now I was losing control of my limbs? Wh-at wa-s hap-pen-ning to me? My mind was slowing down. I couldn't think straight.
"Todd?" I whispered, my voice seeming small and distant to my ears. I saw Todd mouth my name as I began to fall down the couple stairs to the floor. I hope Todd catches me, I thought before I blacked out.

I was in a large room with a whole lot of people. I felt squished. They were all in old fashioned gowns and suits. I looked up and there was a big glass chandelier hanging down low in the centre of the room. Someone tapped my shoulder. I jumped and looked to my right.
"Well your looking beautiful my dear Elizabeth. Is that one of Charles Frederick Worth's dresses? Oh, isn't it divine? The dress really shows off your figure and it also brings out the colour of your eyes. I'm sure he likes that!" said the lady standing next to me. Elizabeth. Who was Elizabeth? Me? Where was I? And who was 'he'? And what does 'he' like about me? Charles Frederick Worth? I looked down. I was wearing a pale yellow dress. The embroidery on the front of the dress was outstanding. It would have taken months to do it. But Charles Frederick Worth was born in 1826 and died in 1895. I only knew that because of a report I had to do on him in English last year. I felt my eyes widen as I realised where I was. I was at a ball- in the 1800s. Someone at the other end of the huge hall cleared their throat loudly, which made everyone go quiet and look towards him. The man was handsome even from a distance. I could see he was wearing an olden day black tuxedo which looked good on him.
"Thank you all for coming tonight. It is a pleasure to have all my friends and family in once place since my parents wedding." He said and smiled. "I have asked you all here because I have asked my lovely Elizabeth to marry me." He said and everyone in the room gasped and went quiet for a moment, then applauded. People started to whisper. I heard 'oh I told you!' and 'I knew it would be soon' and 'aw they make a great couple'. Oh I'm a sucker for weddings too. I thought weddings were cute. I was at a wedding in the 1800s. No one will believe this. Everybody moved to make an isle down the middle of the room. I was at one end of the isle and the handsome man was at the other. They were all waiting for something and the man at the other end was starting to get embarrassed. "My lovely Elizabeth?" The handsome man said again. That lady had called me Elizabeth as well. I looked over my shoulder at the women. She was older, maybe in her late forties or early fifties, and she was wearing a beautiful red gown. Her hair was up in a complicated bun and she had big gold earrings in her ears which pulled her ears down. She saw me looking at her and she made a shooing motion as if to say go on. I realised then what I was supposed to do- walk down the aisle to the handsome man. I swallowed nervously, lifted up my skirts, and walked down the path that the people had made. I stumbled but it was only minor. No one would've seen it- I hoped. The heels I was wearing must have been huge. That and I've never worn heels. Well I have modelled them but never actually walked in them. Unless it was to the mirror to see if they suited me or not but that was on carpet. This was on concrete. I hoped for the best. The handsome man seemed to get less embarrassed and less nervous the closer I got to him. He also seemed to light up when I got nearer to him. I looked left and right. There were younger couples, then there were middle aged couples, then there were older couples. I saw most of the women were wearing animal scarf things around their shoulders. I shivered. It was the 1800s, they didn't have prints. They had the real thing. The handsome man smiled at me and I smiled back hesitantly. It occurred to me that I was stealing someone's big moment. This was some lucky girl's big moment before her wedding and I'm stealing it. I felt bad but I kept going, for her. I wish I knew his name; it would be a lot easier. I got to the end of the path and the handsome man held out his hand. Are you seriously asking me to get up there with you in heels? Isn't there some other way, like up a staircase? I looked around. Didn't seem to be one. His arm was still outstretched; he was waiting for me to take it. I raised my hand to his. My hand slipped perfectly into his like our hands were made for each other. I had one hand in his and one lifting up my skirts as he pulled me up on to the stage with him. I turned to face the hall. Wow there were a lot of people here. I stood next to him but a foot away from him. I didn't know who he was. His arm went around my waist. I felt like I was too far away from him so I moved closer to him. Not for my benefit but for the girl's I stole this moment from. Well that's what I told myself anyway. It felt perfect when we were standing together like that, having our hips touching. Who was this person? I looked at his face. He was looking down at me with a small kind smile on his face. He was even more handsome up close. He had short black hair and brown eyes. I'd seen him before but I didn't know where from. When his smile got bigger so he was showing perfectly straight white teeth, I got this feeling. I got a feeling of excitement and I stopped breathing for a second. I knew who he was after that feeling. I'd only felt that way once before. It was when Trevor looked at me the same way. And just like before I felt my heart stop then beat even faster.
"And my lovely Elizabeth has said yes. The wedding will be on Sunday. Now until then we have provided rooms for all of you who had to travel here. So after the party go to the corridor were the spare rooms are and there will be your name taped to the door. Your luggage is being moved to your rooms as we speak. Well, enjoy the rest of the party." He said and everyone went back to their conversations. The volume of the room got louder than before; men went over and talked with other men and their wives went to talk with other wives. Some men came up and congratulated the Trevor look a-like by shaking his hand roughly while their wives came up to me, hugged me and congratulated me before they kissed both my cheeks and walked away arm-in-arm with their husbands. After about seven couples the Trevor look-alike grabbed my hand and led me off the stage and out a door at the back of the room. A Trevor look-a-like? What if it was the real Trevor? The one I met on Friday. At school. Was I dreaming this because I liked Trevor and I've just made up this whole scenario? If so why was I dreaming up a scenario where we were getting married? I'm only fifteen nearly sixteen for goodness sake!
"I love you Elizabeth." he whispered in my ear. Well there's something every girl wants to hear from a handsome man. He leaned in to kiss me and to my surprise because I hadn't realised I was doing it, I was leaning toward him. But just before our lips touched the dream faded away.