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Chapter 2

Chapter twoooooo. I wrote this at 12 AM, my apologies for any grammar mistakes.

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'I'm done, you can go home now,' I smile at the small child who's blood I just collected. I put the blood in a cabin, labeling it so that it is ready to go to the lab tonight. Sighing loudly, I wash my hands and walk over to my bag. Mikayla is leaning against the wall. 'I'm sorry, Alexis, I know that this is boring as hell,' she says. 'It's okay,' I say and give her a weak smile, because we both know I'd much rather do a lot more. 'Just this year of taking blood and running simple tests, I hope next year you transfer to a more interesting side of the hospital,' Mikayla says. 'I actually hope sooner, if I pass the upcoming exams they promised me to put me on a department of my choice,' I smiled. 'Goodnight, Alexis,' Mikayla smiles while walking away.

Being the last one left here, I put on my coat and lock everything up before walking to my car. It is 9 PM and currently raining like hell. It's dark and I'm hungry, having skipped dinner. I was supposed to be done at 7.30 PM, but it got quite busy, so I stayed to help Mikayla and the other doctors. I forgot to bring an umbrella, so I keep my head down and walk fast over to my car. Getting in, I try to get the engine started, but it won't. After trying multiple times, I have to give up. 'You've got to be fucking kidding me,' I groan, slamming my head on the steering wheel. There's no point in dialing Anna or Tessa, since neither have a car. The only one is Max. Sighing in defeat, I have to call him. He picks up immediately.

'I knew that once I'd be your call late at night,' he says, smirk almost audible. 'Shove that smirk off your face, my car broke down. Besides, it's not that late yet,' I groan. 'It's almost 10 PM love, aren't you supposed to be asleep?' Max chuckles. 'Max, please,' I sigh. 'I'd like to be your hero, but I'm at a party, and obviously I'm halfway to getting drunk. Sorry, babe,' he says. I sigh. 'It's okay, I'll walk home.' 'Doesn't any bus drive?' He asks, actually showing that he does kind of care. 'Last one just went. See you tomorrow,' I say. 'Goodluck, Alex,' Max says while ending the call. This is going to be a long walk.

I mentally curse myself for leaving my earphones at home, so I won't be able to listen to music. It's raining, I'm alone, and I just want to sleep. My evening really can't get any better. At first getting wet by rain is very annoying, but once you're soaked it's actually quite joyful. Walking a long time through the rain on your own is calming, and it's good to make up your mind.

Even though it's dark I do not feel unsafe. It's a monday night so there aren't that many people on the street, and since it's still quite early the people that you don't want to be on the streets aren't here yet. The thing that will frighten me more is walking alone through the park, since that is still kind of scary.

Walking out here in the rain, really gets my mind going. Memories come back that I don't want to come back, and subjects come up that I don't want to come up. I'm worried about my dad, ever since my mom died he hasn't been the same. I'm worried about my brother, who is pretending to be a whole lot better than he actually is. But how do you, as older sister, talk to a 16-year old boy who momentarily hates the world? And my dad, he hadn't become addicted to anything. He isn't abusing alcohol or people, he is abusing his own mind. My mother was his true love, which is beautiful, but also very tragic, especially since she got taken away so fast. He's empty, and there is nothing I can do about it, and that kills me inside.

After crossing the horrible park, where I came through calling Tessa, I was close to my home. This was a very familiar area and I felt safe. There were a few people on the street, and even though they all looked alike, one seemed to catch my attention. I don't know how. He was tall, and broad. Walking through the rain like he wasn't even noticing it. He was walking with a kind of authority, he knew where he was going, and he was very sure of himself. He got me stopping in my tracks, and I didn't even notice it when my legs stopped. At that moment, his eyes moved from straight forward towards me.

Pure, pure bliss. I felt immediately physically drawn to him, like I've known him for years. He seemed so familiar. I quickly looked away, and started walking again. I don't know if this stranger even noticed me. I don't know what he looks like, I don't know who he is. I don't know anything, but what I do know is that this stranger won't leave my mind for a while.

I walked home, fast, as a confused feeling crept over me. Who was he? Why did I felt this connection? Why did he looked so familiar? I quickly unlocked my appartment, turned on the lights and made myself a cup of coffee. I sighed when the heat of the coffee ran down my throat, warming me up. Which made me realise, I'm still wearing my wet clothes. 'Fuck,' I mumble, seeing that I've made the whole floor wet. 'Definetely not my night'.

After getting finally out of my wet clothes and into the hot shower, I rethink my whole day again. One of the perks of being able to make up your mind. I mentally make a note to send my notes of this morning to Tessa, and try to remember with who Josh went on a date yesterday. I sigh when Max pops up in my mind. Max is a nice boy, it's just such a pity that he desperately tries to keep the 'I don't give a fuck' attitude on. After I quickly text Tessa, asking her how she's doing, I get dressed in a tank top and shorts.

I lay down in bed, expecting myself to fall asleep fast as usual, but after an hour I get up. Laying in bed is of no use when being awake, and it sure as hell won't make me fall alseep faster. While walking over to my tiny kitchen and pouring myself a mug of tea, I suddenly think of the stranger again, and slowly, I start to mesmerize details as if I've known him my whole life. Pink lips, bright green eyes, wet curls. Long legs, broad shoulders, tall figure. I mentally stop myself, because, I don't even know this guy. I must not go and make up things I don't know for sure. I mean, I don't even know if he has curls, he wore a beanie. Strange though, wearing a wet beanie can't be very nice.

The most worthful thing I brought along with me to New York is my piano. It almost fills up my small living room, what I don't even mind. I love playing piano, I love seeing others play and I love to listen to piano parts. I've been playing since I was 7, so that is quite a time, since I'm 19 now. I've never stopped playing, always kept improving and learning new songs. Playing piano calms me down, I get lost in the music and lose track of time. I doubtfully sit down behind my piano, since I know that I have to get up early tomorrow. But I feel so restless, I know I won't be getting any sleep if I go to bed now.

I slowly sit down, press a few notes, before closing my eyes and starting to play. The first thing that comes to my mind are a few pieces of Rachmaninov and Chopin, two of my favorite pianists. I close my eyes and let the music take me away.

'Fuck,' I shout when I check my watch and see that it is 2:23 AM. 'Are you fucking kidding me?' I groan, realising that I've been playing for about two hours, while it felt like 5 minutes. I needed this, though. It really had calmed me down, and I carry my heavy legs over to my bed. Crawling under the covers, rolling up in a small ball, I try to fall asleep, knowing that it'll be a heavy day tomorrow.