One weekend changes your whole life.

Confusion

Staring up at the discoloured white ceiling and my head hurt, my eyes hurt and I couldn’t seem to get up. Where was I? It looks familiar but the last thing I remember is at the pub and the feeling of my chest collapsing in wards. I try and think but my mind becomes blank. As I shuffle my body to turn to the side I see the time ’10:25’ I couldn’t help but wonder if it was morning or night. I gradually slid myself of the bend, my feet met worn down carpet. As I tried standing up, my legs shook and the room spun round. ‘This isn’t a good idea’ I thought. “Fuck, where’s Frank!” I whispered my throat hoarse. I pushed forward and hoped to see the scruffy head boy. Slow progress but I pass the door and look at the lanky figure with his head down. My eyes still heavy with sleep and lined with thick eyeliner. “Frank, you awake” his body immediately jolts and looks up. His face looks tired and the bags under his eyes are dark, his messy hair sits on his brilliant white skin.

“Nikkie, how are you feeling?” I notice his voice sounds rough, and his hand is bloody. I stumble across a ripped and crumpled piece of paper I bend down to pick it up completely ignoring Frank’s question, “No! Nikkie don’t pick that up leave it there” I looked up in confusion and the room started spinning again.

 I went to sit down on the darkened carpet. As we sat in silence I noticed out the window it was dark and I could see people, I jumped at the thought of a crowd and I had to hold back the tears. Frank saw that I was not comfortable and walked over to where I was sat. “So whose bus do you think we’re in?” I look up and take my mind off crowds.

“Erm well I don’t even know where I am I can’t remember what happen, Frank what happened?” the confusion of how I got from the pub on the corner to here well I didn’t exactly know where here was but it wasn’t at the pub.

“Well for me everything was just a blur you kind of fell and well I had to pick you up and I ran to the O2 arena. I got someone to give you water and the security guy he put us in one of the busses and well I chucked you on the bed and you were in pain, so much pain.” I lifted my hand to feel my chest and I feel into franks arms, he was the only person I could trust. His arms slowly wound themselves around my shivering body; he then plonked his head on mine. All of a sudden screams from all directions burst out of nowhere, memories of the girls I was once friends with flooded back. I covered my ears and Frank held me tighter.

“How would you of been if we were inside the concert?” Frank slowly raised the question.

“When I’m in the concert and I can see the people who are screaming it just gives me that small knowing that it’s not anyone I know and I can block that, just people I can’t see and they scream how they used to scream I can’t deal with that” I stuttered as the screaming began to fade. Camera flashes appeared and I turned to face the ceiling lying in franks stomach. “How long did they say we could stay in here?” I began to wonder aloud.

“Well they didn’t say that we had to leave and plus I really want to find out who’s bus this is.” We laid there for a couple of minutes and waited.