The Sickness.

Chapter 8: I Forgot.

My clothes were ripped and dirty.
My shirt that had cute lace details here and there that once was white had a big rip in the back so my black bra was visible. In the neck there was blood that had dripped from my head when I fell from the apartment-building. My basic blue jeans wasn't as blue anymore. They were ripped in the legs and almost completely covered in dust. My hair was messy and was covered in blood and dirt. My face was pale and I had dark circles under my eyes. I had big wounds all over my face that stung constently.

"I think I'll go and rest for a while."
My voice cracked a few times, I do feel like crap. But I am amazed by what a human body really can take, a six floor fall right onto the ground, food that is the minimum of 10 years and a plane crash, right. Totally forgot about that.

I don't know if I am lucky or not. I have survived a lot of things, but is it reallt worth it?
If I can get out of here some day, will I be able to just go on with my normal life, just like nothing had happened. People will ask, won't they?
"Where have you been all this time?" And so on.

God damn.
My parents.
I were supposed to call when I landed. It's been two freaking days since I was supposed to land in USA.
I felt tears rolling down my cheeks, I just felt everything I've worked, lived and loved for just collapsing in front of me. Myself included.

I imagened my parents sitting at home holding eachother waiting for that phone to ring while watching the news about the disapeared plane that was on it way to Kentucky. Their eyes water up realizing their kid is dead and will never, ever return to their arms.

I had a mentally breakdown.
Joe came in and sat beside me. He placed his hand on my shoulder. Patting me, slowly.
I calm down. Being able to speak in a hearable rate.
"How is it, sugar?"
I smiled.
"I had totally forgotten my parents."
Joe stopped patting and took his hand away.
"Sorry for asking, but I don't understand. What do you mean?"
"What don't you understand?"
Joe looked into my eyes.
"Everybody's dead."
"Yeah, so what? You have already told me that! What don't you undertand?" I felt the frustraiton grow.
"Well, they arr dead aren't they?"
I looked at him in confusion.
"No, why would they be dead?"
I almost screamed at the old man.
He replied in a louder voice.
"Of cours they are! Everybody's dead here! Don't you get it?"
I looked down and finally understood what he was thinking.
"Oh! You think I lived here? No, I came with a plane. It crashed and my parents are alive, in England."

Joe's face changed. He understood.
"Well then everything is clear!"
He went away and after a minute or so he came back with a phone.
"I've never had use for this, but maybe you have."
I looked at the phone.
"Why would'nt you have had use for this? You could have called for help! You could have been in another country living your life! Eating other than this crap!"
Joe's eyes filled up with tears. "I know I could have. But I would never be able to continue living my life while my family can't."
I felt sympthy, I stood up and huged him.
"I get it."
He handed the phone to me.
"If you want to call someone. They might help you get out of here."
I nodded.
He took the phone and dialed my mothers number. I placed the phone againts my ear.
I heard signals, meaning that the phone worked.
"Hello?"
My mothers vioce was thin, she had probably been crying earlier.
I took a deep breath.
"Who is this?"
I searched after my courage inside of me to be able to answer and hold the tears back.
"Mum, it's me. Emma."
It got qiuet for a while and I got scared that mum would not belive me.

"Emma, cutie?"
"Yes, mum. It's me."
"Oh! Darling! I thought you had left us! Your dad went to the police but they couldn't do anything! Darling, we've been so worried! Where are you? How are you doing? Are you okey?"
"Mum, I'm fine. Can I speak to dad?"
"Of cours! Wait a sec."

After a couple of seconds dad answered the phone.
"Princess! Oh! Where have you been? What happened?"
"Well, dad. The plane crashed. Everybody's dead! Dad, I don't know what to do!"
"I get that honey. I'm glad that you survived. What am I saying? I am si worried, Emma. It's not good for a nineteen year old to go through this kind of stuff, espacially not alone. I am such a bad father. I am so helpless here. I don't know where you are and I can't help you. Darling, can you forgive me?"
"Dad, calm down. I am okay. I met a really nice ma...dog."
I could'nt tell dad about meeting Joe. He might get a lot more worried, he will surely think his a pedofile or something.
"Emma, did you say dog?"
"Yeah, I guess I did. Well, I call him Joe."
"Oh, well. Okay."
"Dad, what should I do?"
"Princess...I don't know. You could be anywhere."
"I know dad."
"I can't do anything neither do you, I can try to speak to the police, they might be able to track this phone."
"Okay. I love you dad. I hope you know that. Whatever happeneds."
"Emma. We love you too. We all do."
We hung up and I sorted my thoughts out.
"Joe, where are we? Like really where? In which country, city, village?"
Joe looked at me with truth in his eyes. He had nothing to hide from me, he could tell me anything. If he just wanted to and tried.