Take Me Away

Small Talk -Chapter 2-

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I slowly stretched out my arm and accepted his large hand, feeling his oddly cold skin. His palm wrapped around my petite fingers; he easily pulled me to my feet.

"Thanks, it's fine." I said quietly as I avoided his eyes.

He gave me a strange look, noticing my drying tears on my cheeks and my puffy eyes. "Are you sure you're alright, you look like you have been crying?" He questioned.

The scene with the doctor confessing the bad news to me was relived in my mind. I closed my eyes and let the tears escape; I put my hands up to my face, hiding it from the stranger in front of me.

I peeked through the hole in my hand to see the stranger's distorted confused face.

"Did I say something wrong?" He asked worriedly.

I looked down, "No, just some bad news..." My voice cracked feeling my heart explode with pain. A tear streamed down my face. My tears were a mix of all my frustration, anger, and sadness. The bitter salty taste of the tear slipped in my mouth.

So little time to live the rest of my life, so little time to accomplish my last wishes. My high spirits have vanished, how will I enjoy any moment of the rest of my short life knowing it won't last very long?

I was so deep in my own thoughts to realize the guy I ran into has wrapped his arms around me, I pulled back feeling his squeeze get tighter and coming back to reality.

"Ummm thanks I guess....for the hug." I told him with a hint of confusion.

Feeling awkward, he rubbed the back of his neck with his hand and said "Uhh sure, sorry if that was a bit strange." He chuckled.

I forced out a laugh that formed into a weird cough.

"Ummm...my name is Aidan by the way." He said with his deep mysterious voice.

I tried smiling but it came out as a frown and responded. "My name is Violet."

After a few moments, he asked. "Just wondering how old are you?"

"18, what about you?" I lied rounding my age up, my birthday is coming up soon anyway, I was trying to keep this conversation going, trying to bottle up my feelings and forget the limited amount of time I have left still hoping to get to my birthday.

"21." He answered I nodded looking at random objects, avoiding his yellow eyes gaze on me, and the awkward moment between us.

I looked into his eyes. "Has anyone told you, your eye color is absolutely amazing?" I said fascinated with the strange color tinting his eyes.

Several expressions were upon his face, he looked confused, surprised, worried and a tint of red filled his cheeks. Aidan opened his mouth to say something but then a beeper went off in his pocket, he took it out and read it. "I'm sorry but I have to go help out a patient," he pulled a pen out of his pocket and grabbed my hand and quickly scribbled on it, he left in a hurry to do his job. I watched him run away, his footsteps were light and quick, pounding on the polished white floor, his hair flowing back, his arms swinging, he turned the corner and vanished behind the wall.

I sighed then looked at my hand, he had written a phone number, his phone number. I let out a fake laugh. "Good one," I muttered and rolled my eyes.

I didn't actually have to use the bathroom, I just wanted to escape from the tiny room, that enclosed me with the terrible memory; and the words of this memory floated in the atmosphere, sinking in through my pores, reminding me again and again, harassing my whole body with the same event.

I slowly walked down the hallway back to the room. I felt the stares of many as I walked by with my head down, and wearing a frown. I stopped half way down the hall and sat down in an old wooden chair with red cushions. My thoughts wandered back, why did this happen to me!?

Me, out of all people, just starting out in life, wanting to graduate from college wanting a career of a veterinarian, to help abused and neglected animals, rehabilitate them and find them permanent homes, to a family that will treat them the correct way. I wanted to have a loving husband who is my soul mate and maybe be the fun mom for the company of a child or two. Wanting to have my own life and live it as the independent woman I have grown to be, will I get any of this? The chances of the answer being no are high, but there's still that slither of hope hidden away not wanting to grow, but to cower in fear letting emotions take over, not wanting this hope to get too cocky in case things end up hitting a dead end, you won't be completely disappointed or surprised.

I propped my feet up on the red cushion of this wooden chair and wrapped my arms around my knees, swinging my head down, and burying my face with my hair, barricaded behind my knees, feeling protected I let my eyes drain out the tears that were flooded in there, soaking my turquoise skinny jeans with this clear salty liquid.

Someone sat next to me in a copy of the chair I was sitting in. They put there light head on my shoulder. I felt a batch of hair tickle my spine and this person wrapped one arm around my waist. "It's all going to be fine sweetie, you're not going to di..." my mother's voice broke and I could hear her deep sighs holding back her tears trying to stay strong and confident for me, showing me it's going to be fine and that she still had hope for my future, that somehow this will all work out, but these thoughts escaped my mind the minute after I was informed.

I brought my head up and looked at my mom, she gently wiped my tears away and smiled. "I love you." She whispered as she kissed my forehead.

"Love you too." I gave her half a smile, but the smile didn't express my true feelings.

My mom spoke. "The doctor said we could leave, but you have to come back tomorrow to get you some medicine".

I sighed "Ok."

"Let me just go to the bathroom real quick." My mom stated as she got up and walked off.

"Fine." I said uninterested, as my eyes roamed around.

I sat there staring blankly at those who walked past, and admired all the little details that try and help patients feel at home, a vase of a variety of colorful flowers, drawings that children have created were posted on the walls. But sadly as much as they try this will never be a home, to me it's a haunted building filled with depressed and angered spirits. A few happy spirits lingered around knowing your healthy and nothing is wrong.

I fidgeted with my fingers waiting for my mom to return, this chair was starting to get uncomfortable.

I walked over to a chair that was set facing a window and sat down; I rested my head on the chair and relaxed my body. The view was full of parked cars and overcast of clouds, with small rain drops falling from the sky and making puddles on the road and dew drops in the grass.

"Oh Seattle..." I muttered to myself. Seattle is the city of rain, pretty much every day is a rainy day, but Washington is also the evergreen state thanks to the constant rain. I have lived here for four years; I've grown attached to this beautiful city, with its staggering 600 feet tall Space Needle, and its gorgeous view of the ocean, and all the beautiful green forests and everything in them. I'm boring myself with this information I already know, knowing I have more important things to think about in my mind.

A figure shadowed over me, I felt a light finger tap my shoulder, and I turned my head revealing those intense yellow eyes......

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im sorry this part was uneventful (eventful for me means someone got killed lol), sorry for any punctual or grammar mistakes (im not very good in that area)

I did my research for Seattle (Tee-hee)

im sorry if im boring you with her emotions, she will get happier

trust me :) *wink wink * nudge nudge*

sorry this chapter was short. If you want each chapter to grow then I would advise you to water it, in other words vote!!

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