The Girl Lost in Time

The Girl Lost In Time Part 12

Part 12~..

"The truth is Will, is that I am packed with so many emotions that I don't know my own goal any more, to be a saviour or a cheater of time. Sadness or revenge, I..." I was unable to finish my sentence, the lump in the back of my throat was like a sound seal, not allowing any more words to be spoken but a whisper of weeping noises. Not long after i began to cry. Burring my head into my arms and knees, escaping into darkness as I shut my eyes tightly. 

"sshh" I heard William hush as he got up and ran over to my side. He gently took his arms around me as we both rocked side to side ever so slightly. A stranger who i had met only a couple of days ago had become a friend, it felt as if i had known him forever and never realised it. And after long minutes, I found the courage to look up again, 

"my father died, murdered," I whispered, enough for William to hear. He nodded sensitively, allowing me to continue. "I then found a watch in his possesions and I rubbed it and it took me back in time. I thought that I could go back, find out why he was murdered, and..and," I started to stutter again. 

"you want to save him?" William assumed and he tightened his arms around me, it was like a sqeeze of security. "don't worry Jane, I will help you all the way, I promis".

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Eliza p.o.v

I could not beleive it, it had been days since Jane had left me, to sulk in my own guilt. Honestly, does she think this is a game. I was boiling with anger, like a boiler on fire. Realism, a true believer of it and so was Jane, and now she decides to create a sick joke with that twisted mind. Not for one minute will I believe that time travel is for real. I have been over to her house through out these last few days and there seems to be no sight of her, which only comes to tell me that not only did she leave me shouting her name as she ran away as I try comfort her but abandoned me to a more extreme extent. She must have gone mad, the greif inside her pulling her further into a metal illness. 

All these thoughts and feelings inside me compacting my head so much that it began to hurt. There seemed to be only one thing that was to be the right choice out of all other alternatives. I walked slowly over to my desk and take the feather from the ink. With it I scratched the unwanted truth into the paper, with the address and the situation all in my writting.

" Dear Sir, 

I have written to book a placement in your asylum for my friend, Jane-May Smith, The grief she Is in has causes her to become mentally Ill, she has started to believe int things that are nothing more than fiction. I feel a couple of years restrained in your asylum would be able to cure her, 

Yours,

Eliza Bennet."

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