A far away England
My head was spinning around in circles, even though I was perfectly still. My stomach turned around inside me, but I didn’t feel nauseous. A soft yet persistent tingling spread around my body, while my thoughts drifted away into a thousand new realisations. It felt as if a cold, formless hand came closer to me and gripped my soul, to pull it away from my being until I completely disappeared. Suddenly I found my consciousness again. I woke up in a place unknown to me, still it felt familiar. I looked around to see where I was, but my eyes couldn’t get used to my surroundings. It was already dark outside, about the same as when I left my world. My world? Was I in another world now? Suddenly I heard the sound of hooves quickly coming closer to me. The ground started shaking and in a panic I couldn’t figure out where to jump to. As I felt danger approaching, I saw a carriage emerging from a thick white mist, the thing that had been blurring my sight. Just before the carriage hit me I closed my eyes and clenched my wrists. But instead of dying there on that spot, I felt a warm strong hand pulling me away from the streets onto the steps. “Watch out where you sit around milady, with the severe smog we’ve had these times you can’t be too careful.” I found myself looking into the dark eyes of a handsome stranger. He wasn’t like the men she had seen around at home. He was dressed up like a gentleman, complete with hat and a fancy jacket. “Wh…What is this place?” I asked as I quickly loosed myself from his grip. “Well we’re in London of course, are you new here?” London! That was where I lived, I hadn’t gone away after all… But I looked around and saw no points of recognition. Gazing through the thick smog the only figure I could clearly see was the man standing in front of me. “You’re clearly a bit confused, miss..” The man stretched out his hand to help me up. “Tess. And you might be?” I asked as I pulled myself up on his hands. “Jonathan. Pleased to meet your acquaintance, Tess. Might I interest you in a cup of tea, to help you clear your mind?” From that moment I gratefully followed Jonathan through the England that I didn’t know. I was surprised how easily he could find his way through the smog, with only the help of dim street lights. When he opened the door to his house I suddenly realised why I couldn’t recognise my home town. The room was decorated in an antique way, yet the furniture looked new. On the chair in the living room there was an old lady, clothed in an old fashioned, wide dress. I looked at Jonathan again with questioning eyes. “Good evening. Tess, I’d like you to meet my mother.” I came closer and politely shook her hand. “I found this lady confused in the streets and I though a cup of tea might help her clear her mind.” He explained to the lady. She stood up and examined me closely. “Oh dear, what happened? Do you even have a place to go back to? You’re welcome to use our guest room if you can’t find your way.” She sounded concerned, but it didn’t get to me. I couldn’t focus my mind normally as I was still trying to figure out where I was. “Excuse me sir, ma’am, might I ask what date it is today?” Jonathan and his mother exchanged a look of confusion. “It’s the 25th of September milady.” Jonathan responded. “What year?” I quickly replied. “It’s the year 1888.” My face darkened. I had arrived at the same day, but 124 years earlier. “Could I take you up on the offer of staying in the guest room?” I asked the lady. “Of course dear, are you all right?” “I’m…” I couldn’t finish my words. The next thing I remembered was waking up in an unknown bed. I had to get out of there. I had to go back to my time. Fast. I started panicking, my mind was full with thousands of thoughts. My heart was beating wildly inside my chest and I felt like I couldn’t breathe. I have to go. In an instant I stood up and sneaked down the stairs of Jonathans house. I softly opened the front door and I started running, without even seeing whereto. A loud scream penetrated my ears when I ran straight into a brick wall. I could’ve hit myself in the head a million times for my stupidity. Damn it, I should’ve watched my steps! But I couldn’t focus on the pain in my head as I heard footsteps coming closer. I looked to my side, about 5 metres away from me I saw a young girl. She couldn’t have been older then 17 years, yet she was scantily clad. Behind her I saw the shadow of a man. My eyes widened at what I saw from there. The screams of the girl gradually became softer, but the pain in her voice was clear. I could see the man holding a sharp knife and I could see the blood flowing out of her. I knew his name. He was the villain of 19th century England. Jack the Ripper. I couldn’t take my eyes off him and I couldn’t make a sound, until I started throwing up. The dark eyes of the Ripper turned in my direction. I couldn’t make a move as he came closer. “Tess.” I recognised his voice and he knew my name. “You should’ve stayed in bed Tess.” The warm hands held my arms again as I saw Jonathan approaching me with his knife. I couldn’t move, I couldn’t scream. My head started spinning around in circles, but I was perfectly still as his knife started piercing my throat. My stomach started turning around while I wasn’t nauseous. I thanked God for this strange feeling as I started disappearing right in front of Jack the Ripper’s eyes. I regained my consciousness as I was sitting against a brick wall in the East of London. The streets were clearly visible and well lit by the street lights. I looked around me and I saw my home again. A moment of joy was quickly interrupted by a humming noise. To my left I saw a vehicle floating over the street in high speed. I looked in front of me and saw the hologram of what seemed like a billboard, saying: “Family trip to the moon, available from the 25th of September 2058. I started laughing while gently slamming my head against the only brick wall left in London.
Ok the end was just a little random, but at least I finally came up with another story for the actual challenge! Special thanks to my writing coach (again!!) because he came up with the Jack the Ripper idea 😀 And thanks to my grammar nazi friend who showed me those errors I so often make (I don’t double check anything xD) Oh yeah, since it’s almost Christmas the chances are that I won’t be able to write this week 😦 But the bright side is, I’m going to have a lot of fun ^_^ Happy Holidays everyone!!