Tears Of Insanity

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

     I only opened my eyes when we had touched the roof of the modeling building as I still had the fear of suddenly falling off, but for some reason, Michelle left quicker than all of us. There was no waiting or making sure that the rest of us were okay. She simply got her designer clutch and hurried out the vehicle.  I looked at Thomas and noticed that his forehead was creased and his eyebrow was raised. He was just as confused as I was. Tom helped me off the flying contraption then we had to run to catch up to Veronica who was already leaving us behind as well. She did wait a while, so I'm not surprised that she was starting to get ahead. She was walking slow enough that it didn't take long for us to catch up anyhow. I was in awe of the building's high ceilings and fancy furniture. Never in my life had I been in a place so nice. Nathan and I stopped going to Michelle's shows once she really took off in her career. We watched when she walked across smaller stages that we honestly thought would break. 
     "Who's coming to the president?" I meant my question as a joke when I had said it, but Michelle came out of nowhere and replied with total seriousness. 
      "Yes, actually, him and the first lady." I gulped and knew that even if they weren't coming Michelle wouldn't have found my joke funny. She took her shows with grand seriousness. Besides, I used to make these jokes when her shows were actually small and a bit too over the top for what they were. She seemed to leave as quickly as she came, so I redirected my focus to Veronica and Thomas. 
      "Can we go? It's almost dark and I want to discover NYC," I begged. Veronica laughed, telling us to go while she fixed up our living space for the time being, but my hand suddenly started shaking. A new sensation. I smiled at Tom as I stuck my hand in my pocket and we left. No need for panic or worry on this trip. We walk throughout the city, looking at the fancy dressed business people and the bright lights that radiate from the buildings.
     "Fancy going for something to eat," Tom spoke in his natural accent which is rare. He always tries to hide it since he doesn't want special treatment only for his accent. It was a gorgeous accent which when he uses, it gets him a lot of special attention. It has always seemed odd to me, but that's simply how the world works. I nodded and gripped his arm as we walked into a little coffee shop.
     "Did you know your sister was going to be in this show?" I asked. His tightening grip around the mug of tea in his hand caught my attention. I took a sip out of my own tea to act as if I hadn't noticed. 
     "Actually she told me she wasn't going to be in this one and somehow I still don't think she's going to be in it. I just wanted you to get out of town, so you could relax." As he spoke, his shoulders relaxed and his arms went back down to his sides. I think that it wasn't me he wanted to get out of town, it was himself. He's always so tense and his job asks so much. Soon after a little conversation, he paid the bill and we walked outside. It was much colder here than in San Francisco, but almost the same as back home. The night was so dark it was hard to see with the only illumination being the street lights. We had walked way past all the tall buildings and structures. We were walking past a dark, eerie alley that would send chills down any persons spine, yet my feet stopped its motion. I knew we had to continue, but my brain told me to stop. My brain forced my movement to cease and I froze. 
     "Violet," Thomas whispered, "we have to keep going." I squinted my eyes and my thoughts started to swirl inside my skull. My eyes were glancing in every direction. Why did I stop? My hands were clammy and my feet were sore. I felt my heart beat inside my chest when suddenly arms grabbed me, pulling me away from Tom. The sudden grasp took the air from out of my lungs, I couldn't breathe. The person had a strong harsh grasp, not allowing the blood to flow through. My body shrieked in pain as I felt a leg jab into my side. 
     "Tom! Thomas!" I tried to scream, but I couldn't. There seemed to not be enough air in the world for me to breathe. I felt the hands start to take things out of my pocket and they took off my jacket then I felt nothing other than the cold wind chill my bones. I let a few tears fall from my face and then arms wrapped around me, wrapping me in a sweater.
     "T-T-Tom," I stutter. I wish I could speak clearly, yet I knew I couldn't. I was freezing and bruised. The wounds that my body attempted to heal were aching. My lips parted, chapped, but allowing air to enter my body and oxygen to flow in my veins. 
     "Let's get you back to the hotel or you'll freeze to death. I don't want to lose you," and with that said he picked me up, carrying me back to the hotel. I knew what he meant, I'm too fragile and could easily die. There has only been one other instance when I have gotten this injured. I almost never recovered. I suffer from nothing but a small loss of hearing since that day. I need to learn self-defense. I won't always have people with me. We soon arrived and Thomas placed me on the bed. The delicate fabrics hugged my body as I wince against the transfer. We heard Veronica's panicking cries, she was more worried about me than I was about myself. They both tended to my wounds. I'd bite my lip when the wet towel would touch an inner cut. Bandages were wrapped and a blanket was placed, I was like new. 
     "Here," Veronica started as she handed me a book, "I got you some poetry and also I wrote some websites on there, so you could look up new ones. I know how you like to give people a chance." Then I was alone. I opened the book, reading a few, but got bored quickly so I went online to look up some. Nothing was good, so I checked my email since some new writers send me their poems. One of them caught my eye. Friendship Gone Betrayal. I continued the read the eight stanzas.

For the friend who pats your back
Could be your enemy in disguise

Picking up your secrets from the track

That you are leaving behind

They have a mask on their face

For no one to see their disgrace

You never know when your best friend

Could be your fatal pretend

     I closed the computer after reading it and decided to sleep. I knew I had to rest after what happened to feel well enough for the next day. I opened and closed my eyes. I couldn't sleep. I couldn't get my brain to stop thinking. I simply couldn't help thinking if this was sent to me for a reason. If this had a purpose.