Deja Vu

Frozen was just an understatement as referring to the woman's skin. She had the hand of the dead. They were cold, yet very strong.

Her green eyes were of the stones and held no emotions. But her trembling lips were saying something else. They were screaming the fact that she was scared.

After the woman muttered those two mere words, she closed her pale eyes again, and her hand let go of Adam's wrist and fell to the ground.

Adam started to panic even more. He quickly fished into his pocket and reached for his phone.

"C'mon, c'mon, c'mon." He stood up and mumbled as he tried to call the ambulance, police, or whoever that could help.

But there was no signal in the middle of that deserted road.

The shadows howled in pain as the wind blowed beneath them and the thunder roared against the sky.

Adam thought about taking the woman to the nearest hospital himself. But that wasn't a good idea at all; seeing as he was far too gone from the town.

So that's how he made the stupidest decision he could've made.

He decided to take her to his own home, which wasn't too far from there.

A home that had been given to Adam by his father, who had died two years ago. He was a rich man. But before illness could take ahold of him, he had lost his everything in business.

Everything, except for a small lake house, which was now owned by his only child; Adam Peterson.

After making that decision, Adam bent down next to the woman and picked her up, bridal-style, and carried her toward his car. He opened the backseat's door with difficulty and placed her in the car.

"We'll be there soon. Please hold on." Adam said in a nervous voice, not sure who he was talking to; the woman, or himself, seeing as she was passed out.

Hurriedly, Adam got in the car as well, and quickly drove away. Once in awhile, he took a quick glance at the woman, admiring how peaceful she looked, despise the fact that she had just had an accident.

Just like Adam was hoping, the ride to his little house didn't take long. After he parked the car, he went and opened the door to his home, and then went back toward the car and took the woman in his arms, carrying her in the house.

The couch was the first place that came to sight, so Adam laid the girl on it gently. She was still breathing, and in fact, rather calmly and seemed ordinary; which is why Adam saw no need to check her pulse.

When he himself calmed down a bit more, the soaked feature of the pallid woman took his notice; how could she have been in such state, if there had been no sign of rain?

And the white dress she had on was like a sleeping robe which belonged to ancient days; to nineteenth century or so.

Adam shook his head, went to the kitchen, and brought a small bottle of water and a box of tissues.

He soaked the tissues piece by piece, slowly caressing the girl's forehead with them.

Finally, her head started moving scantly. So seeing that as a sign of her awaking, Adam left for the kitchen again to make her hot chocolate; that was what his grandmother used to do whenever someone wasn't feeling well.

When he had made the hot chocolate and poured it in a small cup, he closed his eyes and sighed in relief.

He was thankful that she wasn't hurt, but that didn't keep him from asking himself that why hadn't she been hurt.

Perhaps it was pure luck... Adam though.

But what was she doing in the middle of the road?

Before he could think any further, he shook his head again, trying to snap himself out of it, and to concentrate on the woman's health.

Adam took the cup in his hand and made his way out of the kitchen. But when he entered the parlor, he froze on his spot.

The couch was empty and the girl was missing.

Adam started to panic, and when he turned around to go to look for her, he jumped out of his skin of fear and shock;

The woman was standing behind him, staring at him.

"H-how–"

"–Did I scare you?" She asked in a low voice, raising a brow.

"Wha– oh, pft. No! No, I was just– um..."

"What's that?" She pointed at the cup that Adam had in hand, which a big amount of the drink in it had been split on the floor.

"This? Uh... Hot chocolate."

"Hot chocolate?" The girl repeated, looking a bit confused.

"Yeah." Adam nodded with a smile. "My grandma used to make me one whenever I wasn't feeling well. It truly helped. Do you- do you want some?"

The woman didn't reply, but kept studying Adam with her large green eyes.

"You took me to your home." She finally spoke in a deep British accent, but that sentence was neither a question, nor as matter of surprise.

"Yeah, well. I couldn't leave you in the middle of the road, could I?"

"Why not?"

"Pardon?"

"Why didn't you leave me and go?"

"What kind of a question is that?" Adam frowned. "Why? Did you have a dead wish, or something."

The woman kept quiet again, and didn't answer him. Instead, she walked closer to him and gently touched his jaw with her fingertips, looking through his eyes. This made him shiver furiously; he didn't know if it were a bad feeling or a good one.

Adam wasn't sure, but at that moment, he could swear that he had felt a slight smirk on the woman's red lips.

"You're sad." She stated after she took a step back and dropped her hand. "Why are you sad?"

"I- I'm not. What makes you think–"

"–What do they call you?" She interposed him and asked.

Adam blinked a few times in confusion before he answered, "Adam Peterson."

The girl's eyes twinkled in amusement and she gave a faint smile.

"I'm Irene."