Plato's Theory

chapter 2

I hear some voices softly speaking. My eyes are closed and I feel some bruises. I try to concentrate on the sound I hear, but it cost me so much energy, I give up. It feels like I'm sinking. But then I feel something wet on my head. I groan. What the hell happened? I open my eyes and see a lady in train-uniform. 

'Hello? Can you hear me?' she asks.

'Yes.' I repeat. My voice sounds hoarse and my tongue and mouth feel dry.

'Where are going to lift you out of this train, ok? Three, two, one.. up!' and I feel myself be lifted.

I lie in a sort of canvas. Behind me is Cas. When he sees me looking he frowns in a caring but also guilty way. 

'I'm so sorry, Sophie!' he says and he follows me and the men who are carrying me, into a backroom at a trainstation. The room is white and square. It reminds me of a hospital. The two men, who are passengers, I think, put me careful on a bed but it still hurts me. A lot. My back, my legs, my face, my whole head actually! What has happened? I remember the shock and the heavy thing on my head, that's all. 

I close my eyes. I relax a little untill someone touches the abrasions on my legs. I open my eyes and see Cas. 

'What the hell? It hurts very much!' I yell at him. He mumbles something and stares at the ground. Weirdo.

'So, what happened?' I ask him.

He blushes and still doesn't look me in the eyes. 'Mysuitcasefellonyourheadandnowyourewounded.' he says so quickly I can't hear it.

'Can you say it again but a bit slower?' I ask.

'My suitcase fell on your head.' he says shy.

''How is that possible?' 

'I had it in my hand, then the train shocked and it fell out of my hand. It flew throught the air, then on your back and head. Your face scraped along the ground. You probably have a mini-concussion.' he explains.

I think for awhile. He is so stupid! Is it actually the truth he is telling? There are no other witnesses. And If you are falling, is it possible that the suitcase comes so high it hit my head? Well, I'm a small girl, I guess it's possible. Ok, I believe him. And if he tells the truth, it's not entirely his fault. I forgive him.

'Ok,' I tell him 'I'm no longer mad at you, it wasn't your fault.' He looks a little less hopeless.

'I'll find out where the First Aid-people are, be right back!' and he's gone.

He's sorry, he is actually quite nice and his smile.. so sweet! I have a little hope now.

Sophie! Don't be ridiculous! I say to myself. 

You can't wonder with every boy you see if you can get a relationship with him!

I do that a year or 2, so I think it is possible..

But it isn't normal! Not every single teenager does that!

I don't care

You're so annoying!

YOU're are so annoying! I can do whatever I want, look wherever I want, without you always criticese me! I like him!

Yes, you definitely need a boyfriend.

I chuckle. I told Hannah (one of my best friends) once that I had such a conversation and she thinks it's hilarious. I do a lot of inside talking. When I try to remember something, when I doubt about something, when I don't dare doing something or just when I'm bored. 

Cas walks in the room, followed by two First Aid-people. That smile of his! So sweet! I like him. After all.

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a/n

I know it's short. But fast ;) Well, I hoped you like it! Comment and vote, if you want (and you may know that I want it :P) 

xxx Sophia