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Chapter 4 (v.1) - Hiding Tears in Pouring Rain

Submitted: May 06, 2009

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Submitted: May 06, 2009



Bright lights. People talking. Frightened but blurred out faces surrounded me as those bright lights zoomed above me. “Did you do this to her!” I heard an angry adult voice yell. Daddy. I could hear my dad yelling at someone, but who?

“I… I didn’t mean to sir, I wasn’t driving. Oh god, is she going to be alright?” Dario’s voice. My pocket vibrated, Asian jingle playing, and a female form pulled it out, answering it with a choked voice.

“Edie, it’s Monique, Alice’s can‘t get to the phone right now…” Silence for a few moments. Anyone who was any one would know something was wrong, except me at the moment. Why was she so scared? “She’s in the hospital. She was…” More sobs escaped her voice before she was able to speak again “She was hit by a car.” A face loomed over me, I couldn’t tell who’s it was.

“Don’t worry, Miss Colosant, you’re going to be just fine.” It had a bit of a Chicago accent to it, with a mix of Italian. Who was this person, and why were they trying to convince me that I was going to be fine? I knew I was going to be. Large gray doors towered in front of me and we trampled through them

My hazel eyes snapped open, and I covered my face with my hand as I sat up. “What a horrible dream,” I thought to myself as I closed my eyes again, resting my head on my raised knees and taking deep breaths to calm my racing heart. Running my hands across my face and through my hair, I opened my eyes once again, just to jump in a startled fashion against the back board of the bed when they caught sight of my surroundings “What the…” I began, heart racing again as I scanned the room. This was not my bedroom, light yellow walls, lace curtains, and old forties furniture that looked brand new, was not my antique, Victorian style room. Looking down at the yellow sheets, I peered down at my attire. These were not my clothes! I was in a white flannel night gown the clung to my shoulder blades without any sleeves, and that ended a bit below my knees. I know that when I was out there searching for Maggie, I was wearing blue jeans and a green tee shirt. Not this. Not a white nightgown! It was just too much to bear, and I screamed. As soon as I did though, the door burst open, and I jumped, screaming again as a tall, Caucasian man with slicked back blonde hair and scanning blue eyes ran into the room. He was well dressed, like he was going to work, except his suit, like the room, looked as if it were from the forties, and I would have admitted that he was decently good-looking if I hadn’t been freaking out. The thirty-something-year-old blonde looked at me with sky colored eyes before speaking.

“Are you alright?” He asked, coming towards the bed as I pulled the sheets up against me. He reached for me, and I leapt from the bed.

“Don’t touch me!” I screamed, standing in a defensive position, ready for fight or flight if he made any movements toward me. “Just… just stay where you are!” I grabbed the closest thing to me, a cream vase as it was and held it defensively in the air. The man raised his hands in the air and looked at me.

“It’s ok, miss,” Just as soon as he did, however, a young brunette woman rushed in next to him, bright blue eyes wide as she looked from me to him.

“Jeff, what have you done to this young girl? You’ve scared her out of her wits! It’s alright, dear, no one’s going to hurt you,” She said, trying to calm me down. “Please, put the vase down.”

“Where am I? Who are you?” I demanded eagerly, ready for either an answer or to throw the porcelain flower container at one of their heads. Preferably the mans, considering I could probably break free from the woman easily if she were to try to attack me.

“My name is Penny Jones, and this,” she motioned to Jeff, “is my husband, Jeffery. You’re in our house, we found you on the side of the road. It was raining, you were drenched, and we couldn’t just leave you there.” She said gently, trying to get me to calm down once more.

“Where’re my clothes?” I asked, eyes narrowing and not setting down the vase. She looked over at the window, and I backed up towards it, reaching out for whatever might be hanging from it. I turned my head towards it and pulled up a soft yellow dress. It, along with the rest of the room and my “saviors” looked as if it were from the forties. I set the vase down, taking it in both hands and staring at it with wide eyes. I wasn’t wearing this, I wasn’t in a dress. I closed my eyes, taking all this in. I didn’t remember falling asleep last night, I didn’t remember anything except for the calming voice of the Chicago Italian. My heart raced as I tried to soak it in. I’d seen enough Sci-Fi films to know what this could actually be. “What year is it?” I asked, wanting them, begging them mentally to say 2009.

“It’s 1946,” She stated, and my eyes shot open as I looked at them in disbelief. “Why?” She asked me and my throat dried up. I needed something to save me from being sent to the mad house if I snapped. They said they found me on the side of the road? It was raining? My story was perhaps the easiest, yet hardest thing to come up with.

“Who am I?” I asked her, looking like a lost puppy as I held the damp dress against my chest. As I did, they looked at each other, then back at me in disbelief.

“You don’t know?” Jeffery asked, and I shook my head, heart clenching up and throat burning as tears threatened. I wanted to go home, and if they were lying I could just say that a sudden shock of amnesia hit me when they take me to the police. My eyes began to water as my voice cracked.

“Jeffery!” Penny hissed, hitting him on the arm before rushing to me and taking my hands in her slim ones. “You really don’t know, do you?” She asked me kindly, and I shook my head.
“No,” A tear began to threaten to fall and I wiped it off as my body shook. There was no way I could be here in the forties.

“Oh dear,” Penny said, and wrapped me in a tight hug, letting me wipe my tears against her white jacket. “It’s ok, we’ll take care of you, I promise,” She said gently, stroking my hair and looking up at Jeff, who stood there nodding his bright blonde head.

Not long after that we left for the police station, and I realized to my horror that the Jones couple who’d found me weren’t lying. It was 1946, the war had just ended, and I sure as hell was here. The police searched for my records, but when I told them that I had no idea what my name was, where I was from, or what I was doing here, they simply shrugged it off, telling the Jones to send me to an orphanage. In terror I begged them not to, telling them that I wanted to go to school, that I wanted to have a family, and played that whole “please let me stay with you” role. They fell for it like a child with candy. I felt bad for playing them like that, but desperate times called for desperate measures. With another hug, Penny and Jeff decided to keep me with them, at least until I could find a job myself. They seemed eager to take me in though, continuously stating how they wanted a child, but didn’t want to have to go through the awkward years of childhood and such. So they happily took me “home,” and they fed me, then sent me to bed, my tears and the events of the day exhausting my tiny body.

“Goodnight, love,” Penny said, speaking to me as if I were her three year old daughter. It annoyed the living daylights out of me, but I looked up at her with big puppy eyes before I spoke.

“I don’t remember my name,” I said, my voice choking as I did remember my name, I just didn’t think that I’d ever see the people who meant the most to me ever say it again. Just as I said it, Jeff came in and sat on the edge of the bed, patting my ankle.

“It’s ok. Just get some sleep, alright? We’ll see if you remember anything else in the morning.” He smiled and winked, then moved up and kissed me on the forehead. A motion that broke my heart because his lips on my head felt so much like my Michel’s. At the thought of him my heart broke, and tears began to fall. “Oh no! Please don’t cry!” He stated, bright eyes wide as he lifted my chin. “No crying, come on, please? Give us a smile, I bet you’ve got a brilliant smile!” He wiped away a tear as I looked up at him, and I smiled weakly. He smiled back “See, there we go. Come on, babe, let’s let the girl get some sleep” He said, turning to Penny before standing up and taking her arm. She smiled back, kissing my head as well. “Good night” He stated, with another smile, then looked at Penny, who didn’t seem to want to leave. She smiled back and left, shooting a glare at Jeffery before she walked out the door. Originally I would have wondered what was going on between the young, married couple, but tonight, the exhaustion was literally killing me, and as soon as I laid my head on the pillow, I passed out. No time for tears as the dreams rushed through my head.

“Michel, stop! She can’t hear you!” Edie’s voice rang through my head, and my heart skipped a beat. “You’re going to make it worse if you keep shaking her!”

“Wake up Alice! Damn it, wake up!” His voice was choked, something I’d never heard before in my adorable-red-headed-boyfriends voice.

“Michel… It’s no use.” This time Edie’s voice seemed to be breaking, as if she too were holding back tears. “She’s not going to wake up,” a whimper came from her tone.

“Please, babe, I need you. I love you so much, I don’t know what I’m going to do without you. Please…” A sniffling noise escaped him “Please wake up.” I could almost feel his arms around my body. I could almost smell him, a mix of dirt, sweat, and smoke. I missed him so much, and I would never see him again. “I love you,” He said again, and my heart broke as the warmth that seemed to be his body, his chest against mine, left me, and I sat up, reaching for him.

“No, Michel, come back, come back to me! Please! I love you too! I need you, don‘t go!” I cried out, hoping, waiting, begging, for him to embrace me once again. Soft, shaking, lips seemed to touch mine for a brief moment, then a cool hand brushed some hair away from my face before those same lips pressed upon my forehead. He was leaving. “Wait, come back! No, don’t go! Michel!” I screamed his name, bolting up from the bed and looking into the darkness. Eyes wide I looked around the dark room. Just another dream. Shaking, I pulled my knees against my chest and buried my face between them. “Michel…” I could hardly get it out before my eyes had rivers of tears running from them. I was never going to see him again, was I? The tears continued to fall, and I ended up crying myself to sleep after all.

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