“Get in here and shut the door,”she whispered, jumping up and down in panicked excitement. Lucy thought she was talking to her when she felt someone brush past. She glanced around but saw nothing. The girl giggled at whatever she heard, then she leaned forward and shut the door. Lucy frowned, trying to work out what had just happened.
“I know you're hiding up there,” the voice floating from downstairs, the tone playful and carefree. Footsteps where heard and Lucy felt her pulse quicken. She looked around for a place to hide, but when the person reached the landing, they looked right through her. Lucy blinked at the woman. She had thick, dark brown curls that fell in graceful waves. Her eyes were a sea of green and her grin wide as she stuck her head into lucy's old room.
“Not in here,” she said, eliciting giggles from the cupboard. Lucy watched the woman smirk at the cupboard before purposely walking past it. Lucy followed, recognising her parents old room. The woman paused, frowning, then she turned. This time Lucy knew she was visible.
“You're new,” she murmured. “I'm not involved with your world of shadows, leave please.” Lucy blinked, thrown.
“I'm not interested in whatever peril you claim the world is in. I have a family now,” she cut her off, her eyes determined.
“I'm sorry,” Lucy murmured, feeling heat rise. Of course she wouldn't recognise her, this was the past and she was the present. “This is just a weird dream for me. I'd wake up if I could,” she explained with a nervous laugh. The woman's expression softened a little and she sighed.
“Well, it's not the first time an unbound has turned up on my doorstep,” she said. Lucy blinked, repeating the word 'unbound' with evident confusion. The lady laughed, shaking her head.
“Have you given up Mommy?” little Lucy cried in the corridor.
“I'll be right back,” the woman said, a wide smile on her face as she left the room. Lucy listened as she made a show of finding her child. Lucy listened to loud cries of joy from her younger self and blinked quickly. Her vision was blurring and she knew why. She bent her head, wiping quickly and sniffing. When she opened her eyes though, it was gone. The memory had been re-lived.
When Lucy woke up the dream didn't fade. She sat up slowly and glanced at her calender. How could she have forgotten? This evening she was visiting her mother. She pulled out her phone and sent dad a text. She'd lost count of how many times he'd bailed, but Lucy continued to hope. She showered and dressed for college quickly. She checked the time as she pulled on her shoes and cursed. She'd overslept, and was about to miss her bus. She ran for all her worth down streets and side-streets to the bus stop. She saw it there across the road and pressed the traffic light button furiously. She hopped from one foot to the other, eyes frantically watching the cars, trying to discern whether she could risk running across without the little green man. It didn't matter though, the bus was pulling away.
“No, no, no,” Lucy muttered, kicking dirt. The next bus into the city centre wouldn't be for another 30 minutes. Which would've been fine if she didn't have a class first thing. She buried her face in her hands and screamed against the soft cloth of her fingerless gloves. Sound echoed, telling her she could cross. She did so half-heartedly and slumped onto the little bench to wait.