Do Mind Maps Ever End?

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket the whole last class with Mrs Greystone. It was History and she was rambling on about some man who did somethinv in the past. Nothing relevent to me! I wondered who was calling me. I looked at the clock it was 4:40 only ten minutes left.

"I hear something! Shh everyone!" Mrs Greystone announced. Everyone went silent and all everyone could hear was my phone vibrating pretty intensely.

"Who has left their phone on silent? You know your supposed to turn them off! Who is it?" She glared around the room. As she stared me out I felt my cheeks heat up.

"Elle?"

I looked up slowly from my desk.

"Please turn it off."

Everyone had their eyes on me.

I took out my phone and turned it off but before I glanced at who was calling me. No number.

Finally the bell went. I walked out with Addie on one arm and Vicky on the other laughing and chatting. We got to the car park. No black Mazda was awaiting me. I stood up at the steps where people waited for their lifts. I whipped out my phone. Six missed calls all from the same number. I tried to call back but my phone had no credit. I decided to go to the office.

Rachel, our secretary was in the office. She smiled. Her hair was always tied back so tightly you could see her skull.

"I was just wondering if you could ring my mum? She hasnt shown up." I asked her. As Rachel chuckled her rosy cheeks flobbed up and down. She reached into a bag and pulled out an iPhone.

"Here use mine." I smiled and thanked her and quickly tapped in mums number.

It rang out once, twice, three times. I sighed and a strange clutching feeling grasped my heart. Why was I getting worried? Peter could have just slept late or something.

Finally my own phone rang with the same number that had tried before.

"Hello, is this Elle Flynn?" A serious male voice asked urgently.

"Yep." I whispered.

"Elle..." He sighed. "Im going to need you to come down to the police station here. Are you at school?"

"Yep." I squeked. What was wrong?! I felt like shouting and crying out to this man. Who was he and why did he want me at the police station.

"We'll send a car." His voice softened. "Yellowpole right?." I didnt answer.

He sighed again and hung up but as he hung up I heard him say to someone on the other line,

"Poor kid."

Me? Why was I poor? What had happened? In a matter of seconds a police car came, sirens blowing. A tall, tight looking police man ducked out of the car.

"Elle?" He looked directly at me, his eyes full of grief.

I nodded.

"Come with me, pet, its ok." I didnt know what to say or do I just got into the back of the police car. I saw the police man glance at me every so often in the mirror, as if I would suddenly just disappear. I wished I could disappear. He pulled up and led me into the tall grey building. Many people stared at me in mixed emotions. Some gave me pitiful looks and some like I was disgusting. This scared me. I heard the tap of my feet on the long concrete hallway. There was nothing on the grey walls. Not even a poster. The tall police man brought me to a small room, painted a slight bit more cheerfully. He sat me down on a soft brown leather sofa. The man paced as if thinking what he should say to me.

"Im Officer Taylor." He nodded to me with no eye contact.

"Whats happened?" I managed to whisper.

The officer sighed.

"There was an ehh..accident today. A car accident." I glanced at the man. He was struggling.

"A black Mazda..." He started. Id heard enough. I fell to the ground and heard faintly what he said next,

"Drove off the bridge into the lake below." My head spun and my breaths were fast and rasping. I clutched the side of the sofa. Suddenly a woman in uniform was beside me holding me as I rasped. Stupid Officer Taylor persisted on continueing.

"Your mother and brother were killed." The word killed hit me. I felt faint and suddenly my mind shot to this morning. Why hadnt I told her I loved her? I rasped and grasped the sofa harder and harder. That morning replayed in my head over and over. I couldnt think clearly. I wasnt in my own body. I felt trapped. I was inside a cell scratching the walls tryjng to find a way out.

"Please...NO." I screamed over and over. "I love you too." I kept saying. I couldnt cry. My eyes were dry but I felt dead. Why wasnt I dead? I wanted to be dead...

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