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Chapter One: In which we travel back in time.
December 8th 2015
Do you know that feeling when you wake up in the morning and you just know that something big is going to happen, but you don't know whether it's going to be good or bad? That was the only thing coursing through my body when I awoke in a cocoon of blankets in my giant pit bed this morning. I reached over to one of the shelves built into the walls surrounding my humongous cushion, and managed to grab my journal from amongst the junk that constantly surrounded me.
Opening the worn book and flipping through the countless words I finally stumbled upon a blank page. I placed the book down on the bed I quickly found my pen and uncapped it. Laying back down, on my stomach this time, I started to write mindlessly. A morning routine of mine.
I had another dream about him. I felt closer to the man this time. It's hard to explain, but I have have a feeling I'm going to meet him today. But that won't be easy since I'm staying in
You see, today is December 8th. Which means my twin sister and I had plans to stay in, watch all The Beatles movies, listen to all the songs John Winston Ono Lennon was primarily featured on, eat junk food, and cry over the loss of a personal hero. Colleen and I are completely consumed with love for the Beatles. While Colleen's favourite happens to be good old George Harrison, my love was undeniably completely for Johnny boy himself. In fact, if I happened to be alive then, I so would have snuck in his window as a awestruck teenager, and tried so hard to get him to fall for me.
Sadly, I was born in 1995 and not 1940. By the time I managed to worm my way into a body the amazing man I feel such a connection to had already been gone for 15 years. Funny enough for the longest time after she got to know me, Colleen was convinced that I was his reincarnation. Before you even form the question in your mind we have barely known eachother for 5 years. we met on our 16th birthday, so we had much to catch up on
Truth be told, as annoying as she can be at times, Colleen is my best friend. I have gone through thick and thin with her, and wouldn't want anybody else by my side as we escape death.
My phone buzzed next to me, speak of the devil . Coralie? The text from my sister read. I swear, sometimes I think my sister can read minds.
Yeah?
Did you do something?
No! What the hell do you think I did? I typed swiftly in reply to her accusation.
For some reason I sense that you did something big and we're going to be feeling the repercussions for it today. I was glad to know I wasn't the only one who felt the kink in the forces. However, not so glad that she thought it was my fault. Normally when I was accused by Colleen, she was right to do so. This time, I had done absolutely nothing.
I haven't even gotten out of bed yet. I defended my innocence to her, only to receive nothing in return. I groaned and threw my phone down on the mattress before returning to my blurb about the mystery man.
he sang to me. I don't know what it was, but it was soft and sweet, the words were full of adoration. I couldn't decipher them, his voice was muffled.. and his face was blurred, as always..but I know that he is real. I feel such a connection to him.. I need to know him.
Coralie Guilbault
I signed my name at the bottom of the entry, closed my book, and recapped my pen. I suppose I need to get out of bed at some point today, now is as good a time as any. I placed my hands on the floor, and pulled myself out of the shallow divot I claimed as a sleeping area. Standing up on the white carpet I stretched my arms above my head and yawned one last time before heading over to my closet. Pushing a button, the wall that was once before me disappeared entirely and I was met with my assortment of tops.
Today was cold, and I was going to be lounging around the house. This event called for the casual comfiness of a sweater. I sauntered over to the left side of my walk-in closet and my eyes scanned the hangers. Red seems too much like blood, not a good idea for today. Orange? No, orange is a happy colour, today is not a happy day. I scan over yellow and green in the same fashion. My eyes fall upon the arrangement of blue sweaters, blue seems to be the best choice; but do I want dark blue or light blue? I think to myself as I run my fingers over the fabric, light blue always pairs better. Plus, I was thinking of my accented colour being pastel pink today, and baby blue goes better with pastel pink than royal blue. I decide on an ombre blue to white sweater and walk out of the closet over to my pants dresser.
I open the third drawer down, my leggings drawer. I sift through the two piles of black leggings before deciding on a pair with white wintery designs on them. Satisfied with my choices, I close the drawer and stand up before stripping and putting the clothes on. Moving over towards my vanity I take a seat on the pink stool before it and open the right-side drawer. I grab my circular necklace with a quote by John Lennon on it. "Time you enjoyed wasting was not wasted." I clasp it around my neck and it settles nicely next to my prism pendant. I reach back into the drawer and grab my pastel pink watch before fitting it around my wrist.
Looking into the mirror, I grab my brush and quickly run it through my blonde hair with a blue streak, smoothing it down before pulling it into a half up-do and putting a pastel pink bow in it. Satisfied with my hair, I put in a pair of dangling silver snowflake earrings and move onto my makeup, I create a silver-white smokey eye, and add some pastel pink matte lipstick. I look at myself in the mirror again, damn I'm sexy. I wink and blow my reflection a kiss before putting away my makeup. I paint my nails the same pastel pink before standing up. I blow on my nails once to dry them. One good thing about having powers to control water, it's easy to stay dry.
I grab the pair of black boots with fur on the inside and multiple buckles on the outside and put them on, a woman always needs to wear a full outfit, that's my motto. Last but not least, I grab my white purse from the rack, which has one of every colour, and slide my wallet, earbuds, lipstick, phone charger, my journal and pen, a vial of perfume which I spritz myself with before placing it inside, and finally, my phone.
I decided it was time to venture and see what Colleen was up to, I left my room and closed the door behind me. I walked down the small hallway into the main area, turning to my right I headed towards my sisters room. She was more down to earth than I was; I suppose that in turn was a good thing, considering I was always in the clouds. I walked into her room, if you could call it that, it seemed to be more of a garden or greenhouse library. Her entire floor was grass. Honest to gods, true, needs to be watered and have sunlight grass. One of her walls was just a shelf full to the brink with worn books, and in the center of all this was her bed. Like me, she too had a pit bed, but it was covered in outrageous colours. What with the orange, purple, and red thrown all over the "design". This girl was sleeping every night in a cocoon of fashion disaster. And that's just her blankets, let's not even start on what she wears. "Are you going to get out of bed anytime soon?" I questioned.
I was only granted with a grunt as she turned away and rolled the knob on her speaker, raising the volume of the music. I completely understood her reaction, after all, one of our idols had been murdered today 31 years ago. Colleen always seemed to show her emotions on her sleeve, while I was the opposite. I sighed and left the room heading towards our kitchen.
The room was dark when I exited the hallway, I moved towards the large window that separated the outside world from the beauty of our home. Modern furnishings of black, steel, and white, surrounded me. The kitchen wasn't huge, but it wasn't small either, there was enough room for a fridge, oven, toaster oven, coffee maker, blender, dishwasher, a sink, and the out of place microwave. I had managed to blow up 34 microwaves so far this year, Colleen protested my destruction by purchasing increasingly ugly microwaves.
Maneuvering around the kitchen I opened the cupboard which held my dishes and grabbed a pastel pink mug and a small plate of the same colour. I poured some fresh coffee that Avril made, as she does every morning, and poured a copious amount of creamer and sugar stirring it all together with a silver spoon. I then moved towards the fridge and got out some port wine cheese and ritz crackers and put a decent amount onto the plate before putting everything away and washing my spoon.
I made my way into the living room and grabbed the remote before sitting in the corner of our large white sofa, and I turned the TV and surfed through the channels until a promising talk show appeared. They were talking about the 35th anniversary of John Lennon's death, mostly stuff about his music and how he was an inspiration to many.
"And, ladies, about John Lennon's killer... Mark Da-" before I could hear the rest, Colleen came in and turned off the TV.
"What the hell Colleen?" I angrily accused her, "I was watching that. You don't own this house you can't just do whatever you want.".
"Names have power. I won't let you give him even more of it," She stated anxiously.
"You and your superstitious mumbo jumbo Colleen. Do you want to watch 'A Hard Day's Night' with me?"
She responded with a simple "sure" as she sat in her chair, and I went about with the DVR to start up the movie, and I wrapped myself in the white blanket that was lain over the back of the couch before pressing play.
After 4 ½ hours and 3 different movies, my stomach decided it was time to eat and informed me by letting out a vicious growl. "I'm going to make myself some soup, do you want anything?" I asked Colleen as I was emerging from my cocoon of blankets and pillows to head towards the kitchen.
"No," she responded, "just please, for the love of God, don't touch my microwave." I scoffed, of course I was gonna use the microwave, I wasn't about to wait an extra 5 minutes to heat up the stove.
"Yeah, I won't" I blatantly lied to her. I made my way into the kitchen and snatched a can of soup from the cupboard and a spoon. I opened up the can and stirred it and glanced at the clock. 7:33, and of course Avril was still with her boy toy. "I can't believe that Avril is still out with that guy, she's been gone all day, today of all days!" I angrily put the soup into the microwave and set the timer for 2 minutes and closed the door. "That's just ridiculous."
I hear Colleen rush into the kitchen screeching, "MY MICROWAVE" she wailed as she took ahold of my sweatshirt dragging me as far away from number 35 as it detonated before my eyes and clouds of dark grey and deep purple erupted from the microwave that had originally contained my dinner. Then suddenly everything went dark as I collided with the cold tiled ground.
...why am I laying on concrete? The floor of the kitchen is black and white tile, and I would know, i fought very hard to get it to match the rest of the house. I opened my eyes but was able to see nothing but a blur of colour and I heard only the far off roar of a crowd. Confused I sat up, only to be bombarded by jolts of pain running through my body. Soon my eyes focused and I realized that somehow Colleen and I had ended up in an alleyway. There were none around our flat and it was a bit colder than it was before. I stood up and instantly regretted my decision as I was so dizzy that I almost fell back down, but I gathered enough control to stay standing and nudged my sister with my foot. "Colleen, wake up!" I hissed at her, still not sure where we were or if we were possibly in danger.
She mumbled something after she opened her eyes and I decided to take the opportunity to become more aware of my surroundings while Colleen was gathering herself. It was quite dark, and the moon was shining high in the sky, so that meant that we had been out for a while. There were dumpsters in front of us and a main road perpendicular to the alleyway, the crowd I had originally heard seemed to be coming closer to us, but there was nothing important happening anywhere near our flat, if so, I would have been advised to attend. I only grew more confused. My sister had finally gotten on her feet so I turned to her and asked, "Where are we?"
"Liverpool" she said flatly.
"That can't be, I've never been here and I've been everywhere there is to be in Liverpool." I retorted although I knew she wasn't lying, I could feel the waves crashing to the shore in the small bay that Liverpool was so famous for. "Something isn't right here." I said to her.
"Tell me about it. It's too cold- the temperature was supposed to go up overnight- and we're nowhere familiar, but we're in Liverpool. No two ways about it." She responded to me seeming exasperated as she crossed her arms over her chest.
"Well Colleen.." I started but before I could retort with something snarky, all of a sudden four men darted down the alleyway towards us.
"Quick hide!" One of them shouted to us, and I recognized the voice but couldn't initially place it. Before I knew it a hand grasped my arm and pulled me behind the dumpsters, to be honest, I wasn't really resisting. I squatted behind the dumpsters, Colleen and the guys leaned against the wall, thankfully she had the courtesy to use her powers for the better and wafted the smell of rotting food away from our huddle. What sounded like a herd of screaming banshees, who were actually a herd of females, ran past the mouth of the alleyway and continued to the opposite road disappearing as soon as they appeared.
I looked towards my sister "What the fuck?" I spoke to her through our mind link just as she questioned "What the actual hell?" I looked over towards the men who had interrupted our sisterly bonding, one of them made eye contact with me and a sense of deja vu ran through me just as Colleen happened to "say" something along the lines of "!"
"Hello ladies, how's your evening been. I risked me life tonight." And that's when the realization set in. That was John FUCKING Lennon. My eyes darted towards Colleen.
"Wait." we both managed to let out at the same time. "What."
"Love", 'John Lennon' said to me, I still wasn't sure that this was reality. I ignored him and continued to try to grasp ahold of what was going on. "Love" he repeated, and yet again I ignored him, maybe this was just a dream of some sort. "Love!" he exclaimed a third time.
"What?" I barked at him.
He smirked and looked to my chest, gesturing with his hand, "your tits are lighting up". Shit, my phone! I pulled my iphone 6 plus and turned the screen on. I had received a text from Avril.
"Okay, wait, what the fuck! Colleen! I have bars in...in...help me out here"
"Let's go with 1965," She instantly responded
"I HAVE BARS IN 1965!" I roared excitedly.
"Well, who is it?" my sister questioned me. I opened the text from Avril and it read 'Omg Coralie, guess what just happened! MDC the asshole escaped!' She had written in all caps. Colleen moved from her original spot to stand in between me and the foursome presumably to make sure they couldn't catch a glimpse.
I turned to face her and said, "We have a problem.." just as I was going to say something else, I felt the familiar pain on the left side of my forehead that preluded to trouble, my hand found its way to my head as I pressed in trying to relieve the pressure. "First, I'm going to have a migraine Colleen, I need somewhere safe."
"Shit, that's just, shit, I have nowhere to go and you can't be here when this happens" Colleen started freaking out.
"No fucking shit Sherlock" I said to my sister as I started to drift away. "I can't hold out any longer." My vision started to fade as I heard Ringo ask Colleen if I was having a seizure. I heard a faint familiar crackle of laughter known to us as SMT and everything went dark for the second time today.