You And Us

Do Coincidences Even Exist

All i heard was a shout of panic from my Mother's room and my eyes rushed open. It was 7am and i ran for my life to her bedroom. Once i reached the room i saw the telephone next to her as she looked at me shaking with worry.
"What? Mum What is it?! Are you okay!" I said speedily in a panic.
She turned to see i was there and composed herself signalling for me to come and sit beside her in the bed so i did. She looked into my eyes and her eyes read that she was sorry for the words that were about to leave her lips.

"It's your Father honey,His house. It burnt down last night. He's in hospital. He's holding on." She said shakily still crying. My whole entire body filled with pain and i felt as if i was about to throw up. I was in shock. My eyes filled with tears but i was that shaken that none could fall. Looking at my grieving mother i realised that she could potentially be losing the man she loved even if it didn't work out between them,which quickly made me pull her into a hug. We both needed the complete comfort of each others hugs.

After taking it in panic filled my soul as i had realised that the writing on the bathroom window wasn't just a creepy message,it was in fact a warning. If i had gone to my Fathers i would have been in that fire too,i could have died. Quickly putting the bus stop incident with this too,i started to ask myself. Do coincidences even exist?

Me and Mum got into the car after changing to drive to the hospital to visit my Father in the hospital. Once arriving and seeing him looking peacefully asleep we asked the doctor if he was going to be okay. With luck we got a positive response. He was going to pull through but was a very lucky man. We quickly found out that the fire had started in my bedroom in his house from an unknown source,something to do with electrics. This made me get that really uneasy feeling again. Now i was curious as to what was really going on. Answers were needed.

Seriously thinking that i was going insane,i went for some fresh air outside of the hospital by myself. I was leaning against the wall with my hand on my head and a voice from next to me spoke.
"Rough day huh?" She said casually whilst holding a cigarette in her left hand.
"I guess you could definitely say that." i replied looking at the floor.
"I'm not gonna ask you about it so don't worry i was just going to ask you if you wanted some of this."
I looked up and she had her hand out to offer me a smoke. I quickly analysed her and she wore a leather jacket and scuffed jeans. To be honest she looked like she'd had more than just a rough couple of days like me.
"I don't smoke but thank you." i replied politely.
"Suit yourself." She threw the cigarette on the floor and put it out still half full and simply walked back into the hospital.

I looked across the road and my eyes almost shot out of my head. There you were. This time i had to speak to you. There was no way i was letting you get away. But it didn't matter anyways because you were walking towards me. You reached me and completely up close i recognised you more than i had ever recognised anyone in my life,but how could that be if you had your hood up and all that could be seen of you was the dark shadow of your hoodie.
"Stay away from her okay?" You said worried.
"Why? Who are you?" I replied desperate for answers.
"Just listen to me okay." You said and immediately after you ran as fast as you could back across the road and as soon as i looked away for a split second to process wether i should run after you or not, i looked back and you had vanished once again. This was enough to make anyone feel out of control.

Walking back into the hospital i kept my head down so that nobody could notice the uneasy look on my face.
"You look done in." The girl i had met outside said from the waiting area i was walking by.
"You're full of compliments." i replied.
"So,what're you here for?" She said walking over. I felt the need to reply but then my gut told me to listen to what you had told me before running off.
"I'm sorry but i can't talk,i've got somewhere to be." i replied as i walked away. She didn't say anything and so mustn't have been too bothered,but that didn't make me feel any less guilty for being rude.

The question i kept asking myself was why did i keep listening to you? And why were you always there to warn me? How did you get writing on my bathroom window? None of it made any sense. As i got back to my where my Father was in the hospital i saw that he was awake. I ran to give him a hug and he hugged me back tightly. The first words he spoke were
"Thank god you weren't there last night."