Lazarus POV
The day went by in a blink of and eye and I found myself in front of my personal therapist/ hypothesis office.
I think am going crazy. Slash that, I know am going crazy. My head has been in turmoil since I met Charlotte, it was like I was moving back and front in my time and I kept seeing images of myself but in different bodies.
They have exactly the same eyes and hair as me. My hair is one of the things i love about myself, right from birth my hair was silver and it was really hard to believe because non of my parents nor grandparents had this kind of hair but thank God due to paternity test I knew I am my fathers son.
Some of my friends no barely knew about it since I started dyeing it when I turned fifteen and though I loved it. Somewhere deep down it felt unusual a and strange so I decided to hide it from preying eyes.
I stood at the door still contemplating whether to go in or not and I did the most sane thing I've done all day, I walked inside.
Mr Fairfield is an English man, I personally hired him from London. My subordinate told me about him and coincidentally he was in Georgia for a conference so I met him. Although I haven't seen any changes in my condition even though he put in some effort to help me and so far he was the best I knew.
He sat on his couch reading a book but as he saw me his eyes lit up and instantly closed his book. He gave me a sympathetic smile before walking towards the chair.
When ever I come here and I saw him sitting on that shitty chair I knew he was being serious, it stood like a symbol for patience and understanding.
So tell me James, what's the problem? He asked me with a worried look. I sat down on the sofa directly opposite to him. I just needed to be comfortable while saying this.
Alford, I don't even know where to start from. I said truthfully because I really didn't know what to do.
Mr Neil I know you've been through a lot but I need you to communicate with me in order for me to help you. Now tell me, what brought you here?
I keep seeing myself in different bodies and I don't know its like am trying to pass a message that I don't have a single clue about, I said with a deep sigh.
OK James, I think I know what you need, you need to channel that inner spirit in you and maybe they want to pass a message to you, all we have to do is try and see how it goes.
Now James I want you to lie down, free your mind and soul, just clear your head. Now picture the man you saw in your dream, picture his face, stature and mostly his eyes.
He kept on repeating the same words over and over again that I could literary recite it. I was getting fed up with the ordeal and I wanted to stand up but surprisingly I couldn't and just like I was in trance I found myself in a dark room standing face to face with myself in a different body but the same hair and eyes.
Lazarus he says, you have to find the journal.
Who are you? Why do I always see you? What do you want with me? I asked him but I couldn't help but feel the desperation oozing from this unknown man.
You have to find the journal. You have to save her. She will come for her and she will kill her. I have so much to say but there's no time. Find the journal, Mayfair 101 find it Lazarus. I can't stay any longer she's here.
Run Lazarus runnnnnn
And I woke up feeling I was back to reality with more questions clouding my mind. My heart rate spiked at I thought of what he said.
Who is she and what journal was he talking about.
Mr Neil, I was snapped out of my thoughts by Alford and abruptly I stood up.
Thank you Alford even though you brought more questions to the one's I already had I said to him while walking out.
I got in my car and checked my time and surprisingly it was 9:00pm. I was really startled because I was in there for on three to four minutes but four hours has already gone by.
I drove home still in daze of what just happened. Thank God when I got home Mama Rose wasn't anywhere in sight so I slowly stalked into my room.
I did my evening routine went downstairs and ate the toast that Mama Rose left for me and went to my room.
I picked up my laptop and research Mayfair and various topics popped up.
According to my research it was a big building or rather an estate in London. It was really popular back in the days and looks like it's been renovated but it wasn't really moving like before.
I didn't know what to do with this information I just acquired and I couldn't just go to London because of what someone in my dream told me about.
Probably it's Mayfair could mean something else or it could be some kind of sick joke my mind was playing against me so I just shoved the thought at the back of my mind.
The minute I did that the thought of Miss Jennings and her beautiful honey brown eyes invaded my mind.
Truly I was cures to never find peace, I thought and laughed at my dramatic self.
I laid there think about her and I was tempted to call her but my rational self was highly against it.
I couldn't sleep that night my mind was clouded with Charlotte and Mayfair but the frustrating thing about everything is that I didn't know why.