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2- Downtown

I woke with a jolt, startling the cats and Liddie out of their slumber. The events of yesterday flooded into the forefront of my mind, battering me with images of my mother on the floor, of the EMTs taking her away.

I needed to see her.

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I sped up the hill on my mountain bicycle that I received without charge from a friend (they bought it for someone but found out it was too tall, and couldn't return it, so they gave it to me), shifting my High-to-Low gear slightly as I peaked.

My yellow helmet was fixed tightly around my outer jaw and under my chin, my hair blowing back in the wind as I rocketed down the hill, gaining momentum as I went.

I squeezed upon the brake to the back wheel several times, so as to not lose control, or, in the circumstance that I squeezed the front brake, that I wouldn't go flying forward and effectively dismount my bike.

I gave up the need to pedal and relaxed my legs, so I could bear the rest of the burning of the journey ahead.

I was almost there, though. I was very near the U of A hospital, where I would hopefully locate my Mum.

I screeched to a stop at the entrance to the hospital a few minutes later, puffing and very close to upheaval, although I forewent the urge to upchuck by reaching into my pocket and pulling out a Tums, grinding my teeth along it until it crumbled. My stomach had already settled down as I took a swig of water, fighting away the dizziness that follows the overexertion of biking all the way from mid-Sherwood Park to mid-Edmonton.

I locked up the bicycle before strolling in, battling my need to fidget.

"Hi, I'd like to see Susanne Gilmore please? She was taken here last night by ambulance," I said as I approached the front desk.

The nurse tapped away a few times on the computer and looked up at me.

"I'm sorry, no visitors are permitted for this patient," she said simply. "This woman is in a coma. No neurological response at all, actually." She said it like it was nothing.

"W-will she be okay?" I queried nervously, entwining my fingers to I wouldn't bite my nails.

"Are you the daughter?" I nodded, tears brimming.

"Then she will be fine."

"What if I said I was the sister, what then?" I was onto her. She was lying to me.

She glanced up and realized exactly what I meant, and exhaled softly. "Then I'd tell you to start telling the family," the nurse replied, defeated.

I sighed and left, telling her to leave a message at my home phone if she had any news. She obliged, tapping into her computer once again.

I screwed in the combinations on the locks circled around my white bike, whipping them into my tiny backpack and snapping on my helmet once again.

I took off. But instead of going home, I decided to go to Rexall Place, where One Direction would be tonight.

No, I wouldn't see them, but at least I would be close to where they were or would be.

They're my idols, the people who kept me alive through all the duress and pressure I'd been put under by essentially everyone.

And, believe it or not, I have no favourite. I love all of them.... Equally. They all worked hard to get where they were, and though I was proud of them, I was proud of each of them equally.

I dismounted my bike, leaning it against the ground. I ripped off my helmet and shed my warm green sweater, using it as a bit of comfort on the cold bench in the front of Rexall Place. I looked around as silent tears slid down my tanned cheeks for my Mum.

I was so worried about her.

And I know this is selfish, but if anything happened to her, like her death, I would be shipped to Switzerland to live with my uncle, aunt and cousins.

They speak French in Switzerland.

I don't speak French.

I sighed.

I sat on the slightly damp wooden bench that wrapped around a large oak in front of the rink/auditorium. I held my head in one hand and let the other hang limp over my knee.

The sky loosened a drizzle for about ten minutes, lightening up a few moments to a light sprinkle a small series of moments before five figures filed out of Rexall.

I glanced up at the five men, whom were heading directly towards the bench I sat on. Mouth slightly agape, I stood and backed from the bench, moving my transportation with me. I looked at the dark wood; maybe one of them left their phone here?

My eyes fixed upon them once again after realizing that, no, they did not leave something behind.

Why is One Direction walking towards me?

Me, of all people?

And why are they about to talk to me?

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