Musically Problematic

Chapter 5: Sorrow

Not paying attention at all I walk straight out to cross the road. A loud HONK! fills my ears and then everything goes black!

Michael's POV:

I hear a car horn go off really loudly outside the shop and also the screech of brakes being slammed on quickly. I go to the window slowly trying to look like I'm still working, I can't afford to get in trouble with Mr. Johnson again. I look at the road to see the car that came to an abrupt and noisy stop, my eyes scan down the bonnet and finally to the road. There is a girl, my age, dark brown hair, black jeans, white tee, black converse, she's just laying there. It is undoubtedly Sophie, I feel my heart sink lower in my chest. Tears start to slowly tickle in my eyes before slipping down my cheeks, I don't bother to wipe them away it wouldn't do any good anyway, they will just be replaced by more. I sit down on the ground and wrap my arms around my knees and burry my head between my knees and continue to sob. I hear sirens blaring and see red and blue lights illuminating the darkish shop. I will myself to get up and watch them take her, mainly just to see if she's awake. The paramedics lift her up slowly and carefully before lowering her onto a stretcher. Then they wheel that into the ambulance quickly. My whole mind, heart, everything, is focused on her in this moment. Two guys get in the back with her and the third goes into the front, it then speeds off with blasting sirens and lights. I feel a light tap on my shoulders, I sadly lift my head and turn to Mr. Johnson.

"I seen everything just then too, Michael. You can go home early...I'll finish up here. Just please get a lift home, don't walk. Call someone to pick you up, seeing a scene like that can make a person do crazy things. I'm very sorry, I'm sure she'll be ok though. Unless the car was overly speeding she won't be too majorly injured from that, but it's still a terrible thing to witness. Call someone, Mike, go home to your parents or stay at a friend's place tonight or get a friend to be with you. Just please don't walk or stay alone, that will eat you alive and drive you crazy."

I nod and walk towards the door, but I can't get myself to push it open. I just stare through it, reliving the recent events; everything from the minute that she opened the door and walked out. I wish I'd stopped her, but then again I couldn't, I hope I wasn't the reason she stepped out infront of the car. I wish she was thinking straight, I hope she just misjudged the cars' speed compared to hers. I pull out my phone and call a taxi, I can't make myself cross that road to walk home. Mr. Johnson is right, I shouldn't walk and I shouldn't stay alone tonight. But I know both of my parents work late on Tuesday's and Calum has soccer training so I will be alone tonight. Despite what I want or need.

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I sit on the couch in the corner of my dark room, holding my head up, trying not to cry anymore...but I can't do it. I lay down and stare out of my window at the full moon. My vision is blurred by the unstoppable tears that keep forming in my sore, red, eyes and sliding down my red, dampened cheeks. My phone starts to ring beside me, it's mum. I sniffle and wipe my face before answering.

"Hey Mikey, we've got a serious patient in and I'm gonna be in much later than usual, your father should be home soon though. He's just delivering some computer parts to someone out of town. You'll be ok to get yourself dinner and stuff, right?"   

"Yeah...of course I will."

"That's my big boy...I have to go, Mikey. Good night...I'll see you tomorrow."

"Bye mum, Love you."

"I love you too."

She hangs up, making the line go flat. I walk I've to my bed and kneel beside it doing something I rarely ever do; pray. Yes I go to a catholic school but when we do the whole prayer thing I usually think of hot celebrities or sing a song in my head. I pray that Sophie will be ok, that she won't be too badly injured and that she's awake by now. I just want her to be alright. If the word gets out about what happened people better not bully her for it. If they do I'll make it my personal duty to stand up for her...Even though I've never even stood up for myself or Cal. She deserves to feel safe and appreciated. I don't know anything about what happens in her home life or anything since she won't tell me anything. If she gets over this quickly and without severe injuries I promise to treat her well and make her feel special. Please, please let her be alright.

I get up off the floor and go into the bathroom to wash my face and go downstairs to eat. I open the fridge and then close it. I'm not even hungry, I go back up to my room and lay down on my bed thinking of the past few days with Sophie. I've had a crush on her for at least the past year, I was finally starting to gather the courage to talk to her and now she's in the hospital...because of me. This brings the tears right back to to my eyes, I let them fall until is physically hurts to cry anymore.