Blooming Suspicion

Educationless

I open my heavy eyelids to see a brick wall right in front of my face. I sit up slowly and feel a sharp pain pulsing near my side. Resting my hand on it, I gasp and pull my hand away and see thick, clotted blood covering my palm. I try to turn around to see the wound and realise I have no shirt on and can't see the cut properly.

"You know you should probably see a doctor about that" a woman to the right of my states before yawning.

"Yeah, thanks, sherlock" I say back to her sarcastically.

"You know" she pauses to regain her consciousness, "You could be nice to me".

"You sound drunk, have this and go eat something" I tell her as I grab a 20 pounds out of my wallet.

"Thanks, Mister" she replies and stands up, unsteadily, and walks away from the alley.

I stare around at my surroundings, wondering where the hell I am, wondering how I got here in the first place.

Maybe I was out partying or at the local bar and got a little wasted over night but, what was that chick doing next to me and how did I gain a deep gash on my side?

I get up, trying not to twist about so much, and stumble over to the side of the street. Looking left and right, I cross the busy road with ease and fall into the phone booth. I shuffle my hands in my pockets until I pull out 30 pence for a phone call to H. I throw the coins into the allocated slot and punch in the home phone number. Waiting for a response, I try and look at my cut from many different angles but, a voice on the other end of the call stops my search.

"Who is this, huh?!" he yells.

"Calm the hell down H, it's me, mate" I say in shock.

"Oh, where the hell did you wander off to yesterday, was gonna call the cops If you were gone any longer"

"Umm" I try to think, "I really dunno".

"Alright then, where the hell are you so I can pick you up?" he asks, sounding a little bit hungover.

"I am at..." I look at the street signs around me, "Carousel Court"

"Oh, wow, you aren't close at all!"

"Really?"

"Yeah, anyway, get off the line and I'll come get yah"

"Alright" I manage to say before a tone comes through, indicating that he has hung up.

I exit the booth and look around the street to see if there was anywhere to get some medical attention. No place that looked like help was on this street and I couldn't go searching anywhere else otherwise H wont be able to spot me. I stay where I am, next to the booth, and stare off into the distance.

I work at the Nightly Gas Station over the road from where I live but, I hate it there because the old guy that I work with always puts me on night shift. That means that there is a lot less partying for me but, I really need the money to keep up my supply of weed and my part of the weekly rent. I can't go a day without a blunt which means that I am not cut out for most jobs and I never studied anywhere.

If I could go back to school, I would try much harder in school. It seemed like a 'cool' idea to not study while I was in school, but in the long run , it's not...