Twist In My Timeline
Rose's POV (Point Of View)
I headed back to my flat, wanting to get out of the snow. It was cold and I was tired. I'd probably be shattered in the morning. Thank God I wasn't hung over. If I was, my mother might go nuts, considering I'm only nineteen.
I'd almost reached the door to the building, where my flat was located. Then I heard someone groan in pain. I suddenly turned, noticing it was a man dressed in a long brown coat, a brown suit, followed by white All Star Converses. He looked around his late thirties. I couldn't see him clearly. He stood in the shadows.
"You alright, mate?" I asked.
"Yeah," he replied.
"Too much to drink?" I wondered.
"Something like that," he told me.
"Maybe it's time you went home," I advised.
"Yeah," he agreed.
"Anyway, Happy New Year," I said.
"And you," he responded.
I turned and continued towards the door. Then he asked, "What year is this?"
I turned towards him, with a small grin on my face.
"Blimey, how much have you had?"
"Well…"
"2005, January 1st," I explained.
"2005," he repeated.
I gave a small nod.
"Tell you what, I bet you're gonna have a really great year."
When he told me this, for a moment, I thought he looked like he had tears in his eyes. I was sure I was imagining.
"Yeah," I said, smiling and hoping he'd be right.
He gave me another small smile and I nodded again.
"See ya," I told him.
I sprinted for the door, smiling, where I still saw him standing in the darkness.
Almost at the top of the staircase, I glanced out of the window, suddenly seeing that man I'd spoke to, stagger slowly away from the building. Oh God, he looked more than drunk. I went back downstairs, hoping I was right. Suddenly, I witnessed him collapse in the middle of the snow! I was right! This man was seriously ill with something. On instinct, I sprinted down the rest of the staircase, hurrying towards the door. I dashed outside, running towards him.
"What happened? What's wrong?" I called, hurrying over.
He slowly stood up. I saw how much he struggled.
"I'm fine. It's okay, go home."
I could clearly see he wasn't okay. He continued in the direction he was heading for.
"Look, let me help you," I insisted.
He seemed to ignore me. Typical men, trying to show they're alright. Anyway, this bloke wasn't fooling me. I wanted to help him and do the right thing. What was the harm in that? Mum told me it was best to help someone in trouble.
Before he left the corner of my eye, I finally noticed where he was heading; a big blue police box. And it seemed to belong to him. I was so confused. Why was he heading inside a police box? Maybe he was a policeman, but he didn't seem like one. Considering my curiosity was high, I decided to follow him again. This was all on my instincts as I followed behind him.
As soon as he went inside his police box, I sprinted inside, behind him. Then my mouth fell open. The room was brownish-gold and bloody huge! Its design was certainly out of this world.
I didn't have time to turn back, as the bloke seemed to make it move with the controls, and I didn't think I'd be at the Powell Estate for much longer. I noticed the bloke looked really depressed as he moped around this odd room. He was breathing heavily, like he was about to break down, and I saw glowing gold coming from his hands and face. Suddenly, he looked up, realising I was there.
"What's going on? What's happening?" I asked, feeling the worry in my voice.
"Rose, step back!" he yelled at me in desperation.
I became more terrified. How could he know my name? I've never met this man before! Not ever! Before I could find the right words to say, I heard him tremble in sadness as he looked deep into my eyes saying, "I don't want to go?"
Seconds later, he burst with the golden glow, which dazzled my eyes. Worst of all, that glow from him damaged the room badly, very badly. It burst with fire and the flames flew everywhere. I screamed in fear and had to jump out of the way, when one of the towering stands collapsed in my direction. I don't know why I jumped. I was going to die anyway. There was no way I'd survive this, and I'd never been so terrified in my life!
Looking back at the man, the golden glow still flowed from his body. Suddenly, I heard a new voice yelling out, and the glow faded. Then there was a completely new face standing in front of me. He had the same suit as the other bloke. Or was he the other bloke? I really didn't know. You don't get replaced like that. It's not normal. Anyway, this younger man seemed quite dazed out, looking around in wonder. He jerked as a piece of debris went flying. Then he looked at himself.
"Legs, I've still got legs," he said, pulling his knee up and kissing it.
He continued to explore his body, as if it were something new.
"Arms, hands, fingers; lots of fingers. Ears; yes ears. Chin; oh blimey! Hair."
He gasped, sounding horrified.
"I'm a girl!"
This made me grin, as he continued rambling in horror.
"No, no. I'm not a girl."
He turned to me.
"Am I a girl?"
I shook my head. He pulled a lock of his hair down, seeing it with his eyes.
"AND STILL NOT GINGER!"
Blimey, I wondered how long he's wanted to have red hair for. It wasn't long before he began rambling again.
"There's something else, something important. I'm…I'm –"
I was about to give him the right words, but the sparks flew about, making him realise the answer.
"I'm crashing!"
More debris collapsed and he tugged on my hand, pulling me towards him. Worst of all, he was smiling with joy! He was crazy! We were going to get killed in what could possibly be a matter of moments. He continued to hold my hand as we went plummeting to our deaths. He finally yelled, "GERONIMO!"
A/N: First chapter. Please review. More coming soon.
