Day 8 – The Girl Who Woke Up in the Middle of the Night (Part 1)

As you would expect, I’ve not read it yet. But here it is in all its unedited and potentially grammatically incorrect form.

Word Count: 1228

It was the year 2042. January to be precise. London was smothered in a thin blanket of ice and snow. The Thames had nearly frozen over. The trees in Hyde Park were delicately decorated with a fine dusting of frost and the way they shone in the moonlight would steal the breath of even the most heartless.

The world had not changed much in fifty years. Everyone still had their same old lives; of shopping and eating, of falling in love and playing with fire. No one was flying around in spaceships or typing emails by hologram. The only significant event that had happened in the last forty years was the birth of a green-eyed girl who was given the name of Alice.

Alice was sleeping in her tiny two bedroomed rented apartment on the outskirts of London. Her room was mess of books and notes. She was student and barely had more than three pounds to her name at any given time. On the night of January fourteenth at three-twenty-four in the morning she was dreaming of flying. It was her favourite dream. She would sore over the world like a superhero – casually riding the thermals like an eagle. Alice always loved the sensation as she took off – the way her waist felt as if it were being guided by invisible rockets and the liberation her toes sensed when the earth finally let go of her body. But tonight was the last time she’d ever have this dream as before she had the chance to fly, something woke her up.

Her body threw itself upright and burst into consciousness. Though her brain was slightly addled from the quick transition, she came to be quickly aware of what had woken her up. In the complete blackness of her room, she could make out a shape that was not normally there. It made her jump a little and the tiny hairs on her back pricked with fear for the silhouette of a man stirred slightly in the darkness and began to move towards her.

Alice reached out to her bedside table in an attempt to grab her table lamp as a weapon. But her hand was barely more than a few millimetres from it when she felt a cold, strong hand tighten its grip around her wrist. She started to scream, but another hand had slammed onto her lips before she could let out more than a decibel. The man now had her in a tight lock. She couldn’t move and she could now only see the whites of his eyes. Her heart was racing with fear. Was this her last day on earth? Was this how it was going to end?

Anger swept through her body: the fire deep down in her soul was burning for life. Alice started to flail and kick. She bit the man’s hand. But he was anticipating her every move. As she tried to grab for the nearest weapons she could use against him, he thrust his hand out to grab her wrist again. She was caught in a deadlock. His body was now almost completely on top of her. Then he lent slowly in to her face. She threw her head around, she wouldn’t let him, she wouldn’t let him touch her…

“I won’t hurt you,” he whispered in her ear. “I would never hurt Alice.”

Alice ceased writhing at the sound of her name.

“That’s it, relax,” he continued.

His voice was deep but unfamiliar. It didn’t have an accent and there was not a trace of malice in it.

“Trust, me Alice… trust me… please do not scream when I let go of you,” he said, softly.

She nodded slightly, though anticipating his every word was a lie.

He let go of her as gently as his words were. Alice remained silent.

“Good girl,” he said, “Good girl.”

The man switched on the lamp she had almost thrown at him. Suddenly the room was cast in an orange glow and she could finally see his face. It was a young face but intertwined with an inexplicable age. They stared at each other in silence for a number of seconds before he smiled, broadly.

“Please don’t hurt me,” Alice begged, tears finally welling from her eyes.

“Hey, hey, Alice, I told you I meant you no harm…”

Alice was so overwhelmed she couldn’t speak. He started to stroke her hair to calm her down but that only made her descend further into grief and panic.

“Please, please let me go…”

The man nodded and walked over towards the window.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

“Wh-who are you?” Alice asked, tears streaming down her cheeks.

“Someone that’s come to save you,” he said, pulling open the curtain a little to see the world outside.

“Save me? From what? Who are you?”

“I forget. I know everything about you. You know nothing of me…”

“How do you know everything? Who are you? How did you know my name?”

“I should think that if I were ever to be in a young lady’s bedroom, I would have at least the decency to know her name,” the man laughed.

Alice was lost in an ocean of emotion: she was simultaneously both scared and intrigued.

“There are books written about you, Alice Young. There are many, many books. There are whole tales that my people have written about you. You’re a goddess to some small tribes where I am from. Alice,” he turned to smile at her, “to me you are everything that I have been leading up to…”

“You’re scaring me…”

“Only just now?”

Alice sat on the edge of her bed, staring at the man and judging him. For some reason unbeknownst to her, all her fear had been vanquished from her body. The man that had been mere minutes ago attacking her, was now somehow less of a threat.

“We have to leave soon,” he said. “They’ll be coming.”

“Who? Where? Why?”

“If I told you now, you wouldn’t come.”

“What makes you think I’d come if you didn’t?”

The man knelt down at her knees and looked up into her bright green eyes. “Because I’ve read your diary and I’ve been inside your mind. There’s no need to dream any more now… your time to fly is now…”

A cold shiver ran down Alice’s spine. It was as if all her volitions and desires had been betrayed and were now exposed for all to see.

“But I’ll tell you two things. I’ll tell you one thing you asked for and one thing you should have…”

The man caressed her hand as he rose to his feet.

“My name is Monty and,” gesturing her to take his hand, which she did, “this is where I come from….”

He led her to the window and pulled back the curtain to reveal a velvet sky with the universe bearing its soul above. He looked deep into her eyes at that point – seeing the wonder clearly leaking from her fantastic green irises – before turning to point out towards the night.

“Four-hundred million lightyears that way….and a little to the left….”

To Be Continued.

~ by S.G. Mark on October 15, 2011.

3 Responses to “Day 8 – The Girl Who Woke Up in the Middle of the Night (Part 1)”

  1. Oooo it’s like peter pan meets alice in wonderland meets err. … space balls.

    Loved it.

  2. I agree with Chris. Only hope it doesn’t go a little too Labyrinth on our asses.

  3. love it!

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