Asylum (Mcr Fic)

Spilt Coffee

Tyler bursts into my room earlier than usual.

"Seeeeeeevennnn!" He sings.

He still calls me Seven, people think its a nickname. We both know its all we have left from before.

"Its the five year anniversary of our great escape!"

He jumps onto my bed and I groan, sitting up slowly. His feet tread carefully, making pockets in my duvet.

"Five years of freedom." He speaks into an imaginary microphone. "How does it feel?"

His hand points at me. "Tastes good!" I laugh.

"Just as I thought. Lets celebrate later and go get cake or something."

"Brill." I nod, running my hand through my hair. I feel like Ive really reinvented myself as one of the people. I use their slang and everything.

He pretty much backflips out the room singing. He got a job as a poet last year and loves it. He can work however he wants as I earn enough to support both of us. We really are lucky to be here together.

I got the opportunity to move house because I am earning enough to move to LA. I refused even though this flat is becoming a bit of a wreck. Id never sell his house. Anyway, I wouldnt know how to.

I get dressed, ready to go down for a meeting at nine in the offices about traveling. The prospect of a different country scares me because Im "amish" and have therefore never left New Jersey. Or something like that...

In reality Im not sheltered because Im amish, Im amish because Im sheltered. Im not even really amish... Admittedly, answering questions about the Amish lifestyle has been messy.

With a wave I dart out the door and head straight for the coffee shop on the corner. I discovered coffee three years ago now and Ive never looked back. Its a gift from heaven to Seven.

I order a large coffee for Maya and wait at the end counter. It doesnt take long for someone to call my name and I grab it before heading down the road to call a taxi. The streets are busy with people driving and on bikes and just rushing to do their thing. After 5 years I feel like Ive really grown to love New Jersey. Tyler and I have come so far. Im proud of us. Its just us though, we keep private and to ourselves more often than not.

I step into the road and wave at a taxi. I dont think it sees me as by the time my hand has properly waved Im not standing on the corner of the street anymore.

Someone hits me with their bike, sending me flying onto the pavement, the coffee spilling over my arm and chest. I let out a yelp as I land on the pavement and the person immediately stops and drops their bike on the corner, rushing over to me.

"Oh my god Im so sorry!" They gush, standing over me as I grab the arm I landed on.

I swear I heard it snap. If they broke my arm Ill be out of a job... I start to panic and the man drops to his knees beside me.

"Can you stand, are you okay, should I call an ambulance?"

"Im okay!" I yell. "Just... please..."

I try and get up but gasp when putting pressure on my right wrist.

Its fucked. "Im going to call an ambulance. Im going to call an ambulance!"

"Stop freaking out, please!"

They stand and pace around on the spot, talking to an ambulance and I lean up to throw my empty coffee cup into the bin. What a waste, honestly. Im going to be late at this point.