Fallen Angel

Chapter 6

"Please help me," I whisper down the phone,

"Miss, we need to know your name, just tell us your name," the voice replies calmly,

"Please help, I don't know where I am,"

"Miss, there are officers on the way, but you need to tell us who you are,"

"Please... help," I say whisper one more time, before hanging up the phone. I step out the red phone box and look around. It's dark. There are a few street lamps making it just light enough for me to not walk into something. I can hear the occasional car go by, so I must be near a busy road. I want to go home, but I don't know where that is anymore. It's definitely not with my mother, not after everything. She knew. How could she not have known? I almost scream again. I am so fed up of this miserable existence. As soon as I woke up I began to run. I pushed Hunter out of the way and didn't say anything, I just ran. I don't know long I was running for or how far I travelled, but it was dark when I had stopped. I sat down by the road and cried for a bit. One or two people dropped money in front of me, so I decided I wouldn't act like a homeless person. I didn't know what to do, so I went into a phone box and called the police, who were completely unhelpful. I just asked for them to help me, they asked if I was in danger, I said I wasn't, I just didn't know where I was, then I got a bit hysterical and I guess they deemed me crazy because next thing I know I'm talking to a woman with a smooth calming voice who's just asking me to say my name. Well what if I don't want to fucking say my name! My legs hurt and I'm just so tired and I have no idea where I am. I don't want the police to come to me. They'll either just take me back to my mu mor send me to some mental place. I don't want to be taken anywhere, I just want to go home! I want to go home to France,  where I was happy, where the sun was bright and the grass was green and everyone smiled at each other on the streets. I was happy there, that was home. I can see a bus stop about 50 metres away. It's somewhere to sit until a bus comes to take me anywhere. I don't care where, I just don't want to be around anyone I know, because for all I know everyone who I ever cared about has been lying to me my whole life.

After only five minutes a bus comes. I don't have a bus pass with me, so I just walk straight past the driver, who doesn't even bother to tell me off. It must be late if they're sending these drivers out. I sit at the very back, opposite a girl with blonde hair and makeup running down her face. I guess she must have been crying as well. "Wow," she says, then hiccups. She giggles and sniffs, clearly trying not to burst into tears, "You look awful," she comments,

I look her up and down, "You're not looking too great yourself," I say,

"Ooh, you're French!" she laughs, "I love your accent,"

I roll my eyes and stare out of the window. I haven't been here long, but I've been here long enough to know that in London strangers don't talk to each other on the bus. This girl must not be from around here. She comes and sits down next to me. I attempt to shuffle away from her subtly, but she isn't fazed. "What are you doing on the bus at this time?" she asks me.

I guess it wouldn't be the greatest idea to say, "Running away from my crazy life and my psycho mother who allowed me to be experimented on when I was a baby and now I'm going to die within the next few months. How about you?"

So instead I opt for, "Boyfriend dumped me. I'm just trying to get away from this place - too many memories,"

"Aww, you poor thing!" She rubs my shoulder. I know she's trying to be nice, but she's getting kind of creepy. "My mum kicked me out," she says sadly. I turn to look at her. Tears are streaming down her cheeks, "I'm pregnant, you see," she says, "And I'm only 16. My mum wanted me to... take care of it, but I can't do that," she wipes her eyes, "I'm from Cornwall, just got the train up to London to look for my dad. He left us a few years ago, and I haven't seen him since, but I know that he'd understand better, and..."

"Sorry, this is my stop," I say, and stand up to get off. I feel awful, but I can't hear any more sad stories today. I have enough of my own problems, there's not enough space in my mind for anyone else's. "Ok, well it was nice to meet you Angel," she says smiling,

I look at her, absolutely terrified, "I never told you my name..." I say shakily,

She looks nervous... "Um... well..." then she jabs a needle in my arm. Oh great.

"What the hell... who are you?" I say. Whatever this thing is she's put in me, it's making absolutely no difference. Yet. My father was a scientist, and I know just enough about these things to know that cheap ones can take longer to work. And then I'll pass out on the street, probably get raped but some creepy guys who pass me, maybe get my head kicked a few times, or have a bad reaction to the drug and die. Maybe I won't get off the bus after all.

"I'm not bad, Angel," the girl says, clearly panicking, "I'm new at this, I only just found out, I'm with Stella,"

"I don't know who Stella is! I don't know who you are! Please..." I feel my head begin to spin. Now the drug is working. I will almost be relieved if it does kill me, at least I can get out of this terrible life which has been forced upon me. Then I feel myself falling, my head whacks on the floor and the girl, the bus and the whole world just disappear.