looked to where Alex was pointing past my shoulder. She was sat on a bar stool, smiling brightly at the guys who had been dancing with her. Now she was laughing, playfully pushing one of them on the shoulder. She appeared happy, and unaware of Alex’s presence. Perhaps she felt nothing for him after all.
“Come dance with me.”
I regarded Alex, his chocolate brown eyes glinting hopefully. It wasn’t the politest way to ask, but I couldn’t help but accept his request. Alex had an air of confidence in himself when he danced. I knew other girls would fall for him, and immediately thought of Rachel. I shook it off, realising no good would come of dwelling on the past. I had a chance to have some fun, and I intended to enjoy myself.
Alex took my hand and the skin-to-skin contact jostled something inside me. The room began to spin, as images from my past returned. I saw Jonathan behind a metal pole, which changed into a stone pillar. He was too far away, but somehow, I could hear him.
“ Don’t leave. Stay with me . ”
“Lucy?”
It was Alex who’d said my name, and I realised his hand was still on mine. He was leading me somewhere, and Jonathan’s voice kept ringing in my ears, until my head throbbed. Everything stopped when Alex released me, and I found myself sat in a booth, away from the music and throng on the dance-floor.
“What happened out there?” he asked in a normal voice. “You looked like you were going to collapse.”
My fingers met my temples, gently rubbing them. What on earth was going on? “I’m fine.”
“Yeah, you said that earlier. I’ll go and get you some water. Wait here.”
I hid my face in my hands, unable to remove Jonathan from my mind. Was he here? I had to find him. But when I stood, my vision blurred and I sat down again. I needed Jen, but I wouldn’t be able to reach her without help. I closed my eyes, wincing at the throbbing pain left in my head. Was I hallucinating? Or had Jonathan just stepped out from my dreams? I had to find out.
A touch on my forehead made me jump. A woman in a long black dress, with red hair in a thick plait hanging over her shoulder, stood over me. She was probably a handful of years older than me, and she was very beautiful. Bright violet eyes regarded me.
“Feeling better?”
I reached for my head, finding the pain was almost gone. I nodded.
She took a seat opposite, hands clasped together on the table. “Good, although I already knew you were. But that is only a small part of my talents. I’m a friend of Jen’s. My name is Ellen.”
Wait, had she just stopped my headache? If she did just help me, then what did that make Ellen?
“ Why not ask Jen if you need more reassurance?” she pressed on.
She pulled out a pen and a small piece of paper from her pocket and began to write something. “I’ve known about you for a long time, Lucy. I know what you’ve been through. I know about your pain; how you try to hide it from others.”
Her truthfulness made me at a loss of words, but I pushed it aside. Did she really know? Or was she just trying to lure me into telling her? There were fake psychics out there who claimed to know things, but actually relied on sneaky techniques for you to tell them about yourself instead. Was that what she was? Despite my hesitance, I was intrigued.
“Your aura is pure, but there are clouds around you trying to blind your judgment. You ignore your inner voice.”
Inner voice?
She handed me the paper. “This is my address. Stop by anytime if you decide you want my help.”
“Where are you going? Aren’t you here to meet Jen? She’s back that way.”
Ellen answered over her shoulder.
“I didn’t come here to see Jen.”
Fed up of waiting, I headed back to the dance-floor, searching for a familiar face in the sea of heads. I spotted Alex paying for a bottle of water at the bar, and I was ready to meet him, when Jen appeared from behind, arms covering him like ivy.
“Come dance with me.”
I regarded Alex, his chocolate brown eyes glinting hopefully. It wasn’t the politest way to ask, but I couldn’t help but accept his request. Alex had an air of confidence in himself when he danced. I knew other girls would fall for him, and immediately thought of Rachel. I shook it off, realising no good would come of dwelling on the past. I had a chance to have some fun, and I intended to enjoy myself.
Alex took my hand and the skin-to-skin contact jostled something inside me. The room began to spin, as images from my past returned. I saw Jonathan behind a metal pole, which changed into a stone pillar. He was too far away, but somehow, I could hear him.
“ Don’t leave. Stay with me . ”
“Lucy?”
It was Alex who’d said my name, and I realised his hand was still on mine. He was leading me somewhere, and Jonathan’s voice kept ringing in my ears, until my head throbbed. Everything stopped when Alex released me, and I found myself sat in a booth, away from the music and throng on the dance-floor.
“What happened out there?” he asked in a normal voice. “You looked like you were going to collapse.”
My fingers met my temples, gently rubbing them. What on earth was going on? “I’m fine.”
“Yeah, you said that earlier. I’ll go and get you some water. Wait here.”
I hid my face in my hands, unable to remove Jonathan from my mind. Was he here? I had to find him. But when I stood, my vision blurred and I sat down again. I needed Jen, but I wouldn’t be able to reach her without help. I closed my eyes, wincing at the throbbing pain left in my head. Was I hallucinating? Or had Jonathan just stepped out from my dreams? I had to find out.
A touch on my forehead made me jump. A woman in a long black dress, with red hair in a thick plait hanging over her shoulder, stood over me. She was probably a handful of years older than me, and she was very beautiful. Bright violet eyes regarded me.
“Feeling better?”
I reached for my head, finding the pain was almost gone. I nodded.
She took a seat opposite, hands clasped together on the table. “Good, although I already knew you were. But that is only a small part of my talents. I’m a friend of Jen’s. My name is Ellen.”
Wait, had she just stopped my headache? If she did just help me, then what did that make Ellen?
“ Why not ask Jen if you need more reassurance?” she pressed on.
She pulled out a pen and a small piece of paper from her pocket and began to write something. “I’ve known about you for a long time, Lucy. I know what you’ve been through. I know about your pain; how you try to hide it from others.”
Her truthfulness made me at a loss of words, but I pushed it aside. Did she really know? Or was she just trying to lure me into telling her? There were fake psychics out there who claimed to know things, but actually relied on sneaky techniques for you to tell them about yourself instead. Was that what she was? Despite my hesitance, I was intrigued.
“Your aura is pure, but there are clouds around you trying to blind your judgment. You ignore your inner voice.”
Inner voice?
She handed me the paper. “This is my address. Stop by anytime if you decide you want my help.”
“Where are you going? Aren’t you here to meet Jen? She’s back that way.”
Ellen answered over her shoulder.
“I didn’t come here to see Jen.”
Fed up of waiting, I headed back to the dance-floor, searching for a familiar face in the sea of heads. I spotted Alex paying for a bottle of water at the bar, and I was ready to meet him, when Jen appeared from behind, arms covering him like ivy.
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