One weekend changes your whole life.

Train ride

The cool air briefly strokes my check. A shiver runs down my spine. The moon is at its full and not a cloud in the sky to destroy the beautiful glow. The train jolts to a halt; we had been sat on the bum numbing seats for twenty-five minutes.

“Right so you know where were going” Frank asked as we leapt of the train to meet the gust of wind which spread to our bones

“Not exactly...” Franks face drops and he tries to speak “But the venue is pretty big and the area looks quite small,” But we couldn’t of been more wrong. Aimlessly wondering around the town with little hope of finding the concert, as we walked past people stared there cold hard stare as if they wanted to exploit my every hope and dream. I looked up to Frank his facial expressions of a stone. Oh I wish I knew how to get to the arena. The signs ‘oak street’ ‘Fleetwood road’ did not help no road signs of anything. Eventually I had persuaded Frank to go and ask for directions. We started walking towards a small quaint pub at the end of the quite road. A soft glow flickers through the dirty curtains.

“Well are you going to go in??” Frank asks.

“I’m going to have to see as we have twenty minutes until we hoped to be at the concert” I make my way to the door of the pub and push the door. My face is greeted to a smoky room where four guys and a bartender sit around a table chatting. The smell of cigars and all I can describe as poison filled my lungs. I approached the bartender; he looks the most decent guy out of them.

“Hi, do you know how me and my friend could get to the O2 arena?” I ask nervously, I pray that they don’t laugh and know where it is.

“Well from here it’s about a thirty minute walk but it’s not too difficult” The man from the far corner who has his head down with a whisky in his hand. “You just go straight down the street and you will find a river and you will see the arena clear as day, I’m surprised you missed it! Now you shouldn’t be in here kid.” I was shocked that he actually told me where it was but I thanked them all for their help and ran off to get Frank.

“So is it close by?” By now Frank was getting agitated and wanted to be at the gig.

“Yeah it’s just down here according to the guy”.

Frank didn’t look as if he trusted what the guy said and I had my doubts but I couldn’t give up on seeing escape the fate. We walked in silence; everything is becoming more and more awkward between us. Maybe Frank just needs some time alone, am I annoying him? All these questions of Frank ran through my head. My vision became dizzy and had to hold on to the railing. What is happening, this can’t happen now I need to get to the gig. My chest began to hurt and breaths became shorter. What was happening?

“Frank” I managed to shout out. He turned and looked he couldn’t work out what was wrong his confused look as he tried figuring out what has happened. “Help!” I say breathlessly. He runs over to me just as I slip from the sleek railing.

“What’s happened? What’s wrong?” Franks face now full of worry, all thoughts of before slip out of mind as if they had never been thought, and the fear of death fell upon my mind.

“I just need to get some water” I try and convince Frank that I was fine but he clearly knew I wasn’t. He picked me up and ran towards the end of the road. There were no houses, no places where a person would go we were alone and with every step of Franks foot the more pain I was in.

Finally the Arena was in sight. The pain was becoming too much and Frank was getting tired. He yelled at one of the security men to get me some water after that I couldn’t see much.