Disclaimer: I do not own anything from the movie.
(Allison's POV)
"My head hurts, oh good lord it hurts." I groaned and clutched my head. Keeping my eyes closed to fight off the nausea, I gripped the side of the…was I lying in a bath tub? I opened my eyes a little and squinted at my surrounding. Yup, I was definitely in a bath tub. Water from the faucet slowly and steadily dripped onto my shoulder, the shirt fabric stuck wetly to my shoulder.
A groan from the floor caught my attention and I looked over the edge of the tub. A guy with dyed blue hair laid curled on his side, clutching his stomach and passed out. Rolling my eyes I stood up and as carefully as I could, I stepped over the boy and exited the bathroom.
Not able to find a conscience person, my phone, keys or anything I came here with, I walked to the front door, which was wide open.
"Who leaves the front door open all night?" Shaking my head, I walked out and didn't bother to close the door. If anything got stolen it wasn't my problem. Nothing looked familiar, and it took a while for me to get onto the main road. I decided to ask the first person I came across for directions. That was easier said than done. It was only about seven in the morning, and not many people seemed to be out walking. Finally I noticed an old woman walking in the opposite direction of me.
"Excuse me could you tell me how to get to Willow Street?" The woman kept walking as if she didn't see me…or hear me. "Hello, ma'am, could you tell me how to get to Willow Street?" I asked again, louder this time. Still she didn't look up or slow down. "Okay you know what? You can just ignore me, and pretend I don't exist, and that's fine. I just hope you realise what kind of person that makes you!" By the end of that little tirade I was yelling at her because I stopped walking and she continued on down the street.
It was about another twenty minutes before I reached a street with a line of boutiques and cafes. There was a smell of coffee and pastries wafting from one of the cafes and my stomach grumbled from hunger. Walking past the display window something caught my eye and I gasped.
"Where's my reflection?" I didn't see myself in the window. There were cars, the sidewalk, but I wasn't there. "Am I dead?"
Author's Note: Okay yes I know I have stories on the go, but I have KILLER writer's block for those stories. I'm really sorry you guys, and I'm working on it, I swear.