I was laying in bed, reading the last chapter of my book, when my door began to slowly open. My best friend, Liza Bram, tiptoed into my room. I smiled at the sight of her silly walk.
"Good morning, Theo." Liza's voice was so soft. It was almost unrecognizable. "I," she paused and grabbed my hand.
"I heard that you're sick, and I" she took a shaky breath and a tear rolled down her cheek. "I was very scared for you, love. I" she breathed again.
"I thought that you were going to die, and I would have lost the most important person in the world to me." I sat up, and squeezed her hand tight and leaned onto her shoulder.
"Liza, you mean the world to me, and I can't imagine not having you with me." We cried and hugged for a while.
After some time, Liza sat up, wiped her nose, and as optimistic as she could muster, "We need to have a girl's night.
Lets go to town, and drink, and dance!" She had a huge smile drawn across her face. Liza and I were so different. She was such an energetic person, always happy, and full of life.
She was the only person who could get me out of the house after my mother died. I always knew she was the person I could depend on when I felt sick, or down.
"I don't know, Liza. Bars aren't really my scene." I didn't really drink, or dance. I hadn't been to a bar since my 21st birthday.
"Come on, Theo! Live a little! Life is so short, and I want you to thrive in the time you have! Let's go get drunk, and fall into the arms of a handsome man and dance the night away!
What do you say, love?"
A week later, I had finished Pride and Prejudice, and was sitting in a dress on my bed, looking out the window upon the Smith's cotton field.
I watched a young slave picking the white cotton from its stem, then wiping the glistening sweat from his brow.
"Theodosia!" Mary's voice turned my attention to my door, and I stood. "Elizabeth is here, and she claims that she is taking you to town.
Is that right?" Mary is like a mother to me, she knows me better than anyone, and she knows that I never go to town.
"It is true, me and Liza are going to go dancing." Mary laughed suddenly. I was surprised by it and began laughing myself.
After a few seconds of giggling, Mary kissed my forehead and I fixed up my hair once more in the mirror then headed to the front door.
We headed to town by foot, talking and giggling. Once we got to the bar door, I took a long deep breath, smelling the beer in the air, then we strode in.
The men were loud, their drunken voices boomed against the beat of the music. The chaos of the setting made me dizzy before my first drink.
Liza dragged me to the bar, and within seconds, I had a scotch in my hand. I must have had 5 glasses, because I got ditzy fast.
I remember dancing and singing with the band, and a handsome man holding me close. I spun, and spun, and spun, then fell.
When I woke up, my head was pounding. I slowly sat up, and looked around to see that I wasn't in my room. I wasn't in my house. I stood up so fast, I nearly fainted.
I sat and let my eyes readjust then stand back up. I wobble to the door, and peek out. I have never been to a home like this. I walk back into the room and walked quickly to the window.
I was so tired, and felt so sick, and was lost! Out the window I could see my plantation! I was nextdoor at the Smiths'! I look in the mirror in the hall before I go down to the front door.
I look so strange. I am not used to looking so flushed! My dress was stained with a strange orange colored blotch, and my hair was in a ratted mess tied into a loose knot on top of my head.
I tightened the knot and wiped the drool from my lips, then headed down the stairs quietly as I could to avoid any conversation.
As I turned the last corner before the door, someone spoke from behind me.
"I see you're feeling better." I turn too fast and my head erupts with pain. I wince, and a hand begins to rub my shoulder.
I steady my vision and see a young man, who can't be far from my age, wearing a loose pair of pajamas, holding a cup of coffee, and wearing thick reading glasses.
"You were quite drunk last night, so I helped you here, and let you settle in for the night in my company." I recognized his face, but my headache distracted me from figuring the connection out.
I slurred the only response I could think of, "I will walk home." And with that, I opened the door, and trudged to my house.
I crawled into bed after I sneaking up the stairs. The bed wasn't empty though. Suddenly, Liza rolled out from under the covers that had been laid across my bed.
She wore my favorite night-gown, and her face was smeared with old make-up. She looked at me, only briefly, then rolled back over.
I pushed her further to the other side of the bed, and lay down beside her and fell asleep. I had a dream of me dancing with the kind man, the way Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth had.