How did we get here?
I used to love you so much
How did we get here?
I think I know
The moon lit up the streets of Greenwhich, England as 26 year old Mary Poppins, walked along the pathway. It had been nearly 100 years since she'd last returned, everything had changed, but there was one thing that burdened her, where was Bert buried?
She knew her childhood friend would've been long dead by now, she just wanted to visit him one last time, to say goodbye. She walked through the park, remembering as if it were a few hours ago, when she'd seen him on his hands and knees drawing on the sidewalk, and then their adventure inside his drawing, with Jane and Michael Banks.
She wandered into a cemetery that was on the outskirts of the park, and she slid her hand over the tops of the tombstones. She saw that there was no Alfred among them. How strange, he should've been dead been long dead by now, what had happened.
"Huh." She sighed as she turned around. Mary shrugged and walked back to the park, it was starting to scare her, where was he? And why did he have no tombstones.
Mary never took the time to look up and see a set of brown eyes, was watching her. He leaned over the edge of the rooftop and smiled. "Just stay on the sidewalk, and I'll watch after you." He said and he jumped over onto another rooftop, matching her, step, for step.
Mary walked slowly up the steps to her Uncle's old home, she had kept it after he had passed away, if she had ever found reason to return, now, she had, her sentence, was through.
The man watched her like a hawk as she walked inside, he knew he would have to watch her from the inside, so he climbed in through the bedroom window, and hid in the shadows, so he would not be seen.
Mary walked up the stairs, to her old room, though when she opened the door, she had a strange sense that someone was there, with her, but she just shook the feeling off quickly and put her bag on the bed.
Mary pulled her shirt over her head, and this sent the man into panic. He quickly covered his eyes with his hands, he didn't care she had no idea he was there, he still saw her as the little girl he knew, and this was just weird.
He gave her a few minutes, then he uncovered his eyes, she was all ready in bed. He crept slowly over to her, and looked down at her, she was all ready asleep, she always was the type who could fall asleep in under a minute if given the opportunity. He chuckled a little and smiled. He bent down and kissed her cheek, then she shivered, like his lips were cold, that didn't surprise him.
"No one will harm you ever, I swear." He whispered in her ear, and she pulled the covers up to her neck a little farther and moved a little. She looked like she was smiling as he walked over to the window sill and sat on it, letting his right foot dangle out the side of the window.
Mary awoke the next morning, and she sensed someone had been there before, now she was a hundred percent sure, but who was it?
She stretched and yawned, and got up. She went into the bathroom and took a shower, and that is when the stranger, made his appearence known.
Mary looked over and saw that a shadow had walked in front of the bathroom door, and then it kept walking down the hall. She turned off the water quickly, then, she heard the intruder's footsteps quickened, she had scared him.
She grabbed the towel off the rack and wrapped it around herself quickly, and she went out into the hallway, looking for the shadow.
She walked down the hall, then, she saw a movement, behind the curtains in the parlor. She walked over slowly, the water from her body still dripping from her, and she reached the curtains, and snatched them open, no one was there.
She then heard feet running behind her, they didn't get to far, because soon, there was a big crashing noise, and the sound of someone hitting the wooden floor.
Mary turned quickly, and there was a man all right, he sure looked familiar to her though. She got on one knee and looked closer. He was dressed all in black, and he wore, glasses, not sunglasses, but glasses for people who were far or near sided. She slipped them off and his eyes snapped open so fast, Mary fell over backwards and tried to cling to the wall, she was very scared.
"Oh my God, that had to be the worst fall I've ever had." He said as he sat up and rubbed the back of his head, which was facing Mary.
Mary furrowed her eyebrows together, and tried to remember where she'd heard that voice before, but, it couldn't be, Bert was a Cockney, and their speech was a little on the impaired side.
"Who are you?" Mary shivered. She was now getting cold and, wanted that guy out of her house, not to kill her.
"Oh boy." The man said as he stopped moving, and grabbed his glasses from behind him, without turning around.
Mary stood up, and began to walk toward the intruder, but before she could do anything, the man turned around quickly and broke through the window, into the gray morning light. She rushed over to the side and looked over the side, but there was no evidence, he had ever been there, who was that? And how come he sounded familiar?
Mary just shrugged it off and got into her clothes, and decided she would go for a walk, she needed to clear her head, and report this to the police.
2 hours later, Mary was walking around Greenwhich, taking in the sights. Everything had changed since she'd been gone, she wasn't surprised at all, but, still, there were many things that did not make any sense.
Mary found herself in a haze for a few moments, she had no clue where she was, or why this was happening, but it was, and it made her sick.
Mary leaned against a building for support, and she felt herself about to faint, but just before the world went black, she felt a pair of strong arms, take her waist, and kept her from falling into the cold street.
Mary's eye fluttered open and even through blurred vision, she knew she was in Uncle Albert's house, and it was twilight.
"How did I get here?" She asked as she tried sitting up, but alas, she couldn't, she felt something holding her down, some imaginary ropes, or something else, but she knew something was in fact, keeping her down.
"Help!" Mary screamed. She tried to struggle, but could not move.
"What you need help for? You can get up, you're just tied up in your own blanket." Someone in the dark corner of the room said.
"Who are you?! What do you want?" Mary asked.
"Well, am I offended." Mary could tell, just by that sentence, the man was smiling.
"Please, tell me what you want." Mary said as she struggled to get untied from her blanket.
"Oh, I don't want anything, I all ready got it, it was to see you again." He said, as the shadowed figured leaned back against the wall and shoved his hands in his jeans, which were black, pockets.
"Thank you sir, but, please step in the light, so that I may see you." She asked, as she still tried to free herself from the blanket.
"Ugh, what happened to being practically perfect? You used to never get tangled up, now, you have no idea how to get out, well, it seems I have to help you, so, here I come." The man imerged from the shadows, and Mary gasped. He looked different. His face was a little pale, but that smile, was the same. His eyes, were still brown and twinkling, but something was filled in them, something she could not place.
"Bert?" She whispered.
"In the flesh," He bowed, and then lifted his head to look at her and smiled "And at your service."
OK OK OK YES I KNOW THIS IS A LITTLE STRANGE FOR ME, BUT YOU KNOW, I HAVEN'T WRITTEN IN FOREVER! If any of you can figure out how Bert is still alive, I'll give you a while cookie! By the way, I have a question for my girl readers, who would you rather spend forever with? Edward Cullen, or Bert? Just a thought, lemme know in a review! Peace out!
Forever yours,
Disney Rayne Brown (That is my "adopted" name)