I heard a noise. Looking around I tried to find the source. Hearing it come from a direction, I followed it. I could feel my body ache when I walked. Turning the knob I opened my front door. It was a bit far, I could tell from the sound. I walked, letting out a breath of air, I see the strangest thing.
A loud beeping noise than filled my ears, how annoying it was.
My eyes shot open and I groaned, hitting my alarm clock, aka my phone. I hated those dreams that when you fall it feels like you were actually there. My body felt heavy when I lifted my arm, pressing the button on my pink watch. On the face, which when black was a mirror, in LED lights the time read 7: 53. I groaned.
It was too early for me.
I rolled over, pulling the covers over my head. A smell floated in my nose, bacon. I knew my mother was making breakfast, I bet it was to lure me out. I heard her walking up the stairs than towards my door, which was across from hers with the main bathroom in front of it, the stairway facing the wall outside the bathroom. I heard my door knob twist and my door open, I held my breath.
"I know you're awake, Nellie," my mother said. I pretend to sleep still, "Nellie Sarah Clarke, get up this instant." I groaned, sitting up. "Morning sleeping beauty," she told me. I looked at her, yawning. "Morning Mom," I greeted. "Breakfast is ready, brush your teeth and get up. We have to get you fitted for your dress," she says. I leaned my head back and let out a loud groan.
I sluggishly got up and walked to the bathroom. After brushing my teeth and all that jazz, I went to my room to get dressed. I put on black pants that were really comfy, a navy blue shirt and a red belt. I tussled with my hair, which was short, fluffy, and dark with curls at the bottom. I walked downstairs. My skin was a dark brown and I had light brown eyes that could almost be hazel, but aren't. I'm a bit chubby and round, soft I like to call myself, I'm a bit tall and my bust area is smaller than my hip area.
My mother had already served me. I guess knowing for 18 years had let her know how much I ate. After we both ate and such we began putting on our coats.
I finished tying my boot lace when my mother spoke up. "Aren't you excited about your sisters wedding? I'm glad they allowed gay marriage to be legal finally," I smiled."So am I, I just hate having to get fitted for a stupid dress I'll probably wear only once," I complained, fixing my scarf. My mom laughed. A ringing came from our house phone.
As my mom went to pick it up, I heard the same noise in my dream. I sighed. Instinct took over and I began to repeat it, giving me deja vu. I followed the direction it came from. It was so loud to me yet so far away, I knew this because it sounded distant.
I slipped on my coat as I follows the noise from my house. As I got closer I began to run. I stopped running in front of the alleyway in my dream. A man was there, and he was running from something. I don't know what he was running from, it was a strange thing, I didn't know it was.
The man was tall, obviously older than me. He was wearing a bow tie, a brown dress jacket and brown dress pants. He grabbed my arm, and told me in a rush tone, "Run." And I listened, I ran fast, thankful that running track allowed me not too get tired out so quickly.
"Who are you and what is that?!" I yelled, as we ran. My chest was beginning to hurt when I breathed, we had ran for a long time. We finally stopped, and I leaned on the nearest wall, panting and coughing. "You didn't answer my question," I looked up at him, brushing some hair out of my face.
"I'm the Doctor, and that, that was Anuus," he told me (I refused to smirk or snirk at the name). He was obviously not from New York, or America. I then rose and eyebrow, asking him another question, I asked. "Doctor, Doctor who?"