Book Two - Just Enjoying My Life.... Right? (Completed)

Chapter 16

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I wake up with a start by the sound of my phone ringing.

Huh? Who’s ringing at this time of the night? Is it night? Or is it day? Looking around the dark room I can’t work out a thing. My concept of time is gone.

The phone stops and I flop back down on my pillow. Thank god! I snuggle back down again but the phone starts again.

“Bugger off!” I yell to no one in particular.

I pull the covers over my head to block out the noise. Almost instantly I push them back again, gasping for air. Bloody hell, when did I last shower? As I wrack my brain I realise I can’t remember. My head feels fuzzy and suddenly it dawns on me how long it’s been since I’ve seen daylight. Actually no, I have no idea how long it’s been, what dawns on me is the fact that it’s been a very long time.

The phone stops again and I breathe a sigh of relief. Please let that be the last time. Please!

It rings again. Oh my god! Just shut up already! Whoever it is, I have to give them points for persistence.

Unable to ignore it any longer I pick it up and snap, “Who is it?”

“Good morning Miss Reichelt, this is your wake up call. You must be in the foyer in half an hour. Have a good day.”

The beeping in my ear indicates she has hung up. All that persistence for that? Really? Why don’t they provide alarms for this kind for thing? Looking to my bedside cupboard I can see a glow behind something. What is that? Pushing the items away, which feel suspiciously like soggy tissues, the clock comes into view. Ah ha! There is an alarm clock! So why isn’t it set? Hold on, does that say 5:05am? There must be a mistake, they probably just called the wrong room. If I have to be somewhere I would have definitely set the alarm. Why would I get someone to call me? What a joke. Unless someone organised it for me?

I giggle and snuggle back down in bed. No one would have organised it for me. I’m completely aware of when we’re due to leave Madrid. We’ve only been here for three days and we’re supposed to stay for seven. See? Definitely a wrong number, we still have four more days here!

Closing my eyes I smile and stretch. God this bed is amazing, I want to take it with me. As I begin to drift back to sleep something niggles at the back of my mind. The woman on the other end of the phone did say my name. That can’t have been a mistake, right? But we’re not ready to leave Madrid yet! We have only been here for three days. Haven’t we?

My eyes snap open and I sit bolt upright in bed. The woman’s voice runs through my head and suddenly my cloudy mind begins to clear.

Holy crap!

Jumping out of bed I turn the light on and cry in agony as the light stings my eyes. How long has it been since I’ve seen light?

Four days.

No! No, no, no, no, no! I can’t have been in my room for four days! I’d remember if I wasted that time, right? Right? As my eyes adjust to the light I look around the room and gasp. It looks like a bomb has hit it. There are several room service carts, chocolate wrappers, tissues and screwed up bits of paper everywhere. Picking up one of the pieces of paper I peel it apart only to see my signature written all over it, although it’s not my signature as Emily Reichelt. It’s my signature as Emily Wilson. Oh my god, I’ve got problems. As I pick up other bits of paper and peel them apart, they’re all the same. It’s just my ‘new’ signature signed over and over again.

Shaking my head in despair I suddenly have a vision of how I have spent my last four days. When I first woke up my mind was so clouded I had actually forgotten. Seeing the state around me now, I remember everything so clearly. To say I’m ashamed of myself is an understatement. I am appalled! For four days I have felt sorry for myself. I have cried, eaten very unhealthy food, signed my name as Emily Wilson on god knows how many pieces of paper and to top it off, I haven’t showered! I am a poor excuse for a person. What happened to the determination I once had in school? My get up and go has got up and left!