The Mistake [Norman Reedus] Book One {{COMPLETED}}

Chapter 29

"We need to go." Norman said softly, his fingertips tickling against my back.

Something about this calmed me, and my whole body felt more relaxed then it had in years.  I was breathing deeply and slowly, and my eyes were softly closed.  My head had been dropping slowly with every breathe and I was about to fall forward when Norman pulled me back up so that I was leaning against him.

He was waiting for a response when I took his hand kindly, and brought it up to the bandage on my throat.

"What happened?" He asked as we began to get up.

I found the paper in my pocket and wrote something down, holding it up.

"My mom." It said.

Normans eyebrows raised from their furrowed position as he realized how scared I must've been.  "Oh," He began.  "Oh, no." He said.

I nodded as if telling him that I was OK.

"It was my fault." I wrote, holding it up.  Norman shook his head.  

"No it wasn't."  He snapped back, turning away.

I sighed through my cold, numb nose and lookeda t the ground. I clenched the paper in my fists so hard until my knuckles were white, and I almost gave myself a headache.

"Look," he began, turning back to face me.  "People are dying.  Sean.  I couldn't find him.  Your mother hurt you and we need to take care of that.  So first, let's focus on the biggest deal-" He said.

I cut him off by scribbling a name on the crumpled paper and holding it up before he could say what I knew he was going to say: My mom.

"Sean." it said.  As long as my mom wasn't near me, than we could save her issue for later.  But right now, since he came in to the XGTs home to save me, we had to go back to Georgia and save him.

Norman rolled his eyes back.  "Your mom!" He exclaimed.

I shook my head viciously, and shoved the paper closer to him as if I was yelling Sean's name. 

"My mom isn't going to hurt me now that your here." I wrote, hoping that I was right and that I convinced him at the same time.  I then pointed to Sean's name again with eagerness, and Norman finally rubbed his face.

"OK.  But how are we going to get into Georgia?!" He asked, worried.

I held up a finger and went back down to writing.  I was running out of room, and had to scrunch in the last few words at the very bottom of the page.

"We don't. We need to contact him somehow.  Tell him to meet us somewhere.  We'll play it by ear." It read. 

Norman paused, considering my plan, and after a moment, he shook his head.

I smiled as we picked up our bags and headed back to the street to catch a taxi.  

"Where are you guys headed?" The taxi women looked at me since I sat myself in the passenger seat. I looked back at Norman, and he remembered my throat.

"Oh, um, take us to the nearest train station." Norman shrugged.

The women nodded and drove off.

OK, now to call Sean.  

I threw my phone back at Norman who fumbled with it briefly before typing in his number and holding it up to his ear.  After a few seconds of silence, with just the muffled sound of the faint ringing, Norman's face lit up as Sean answered.

"Is there any way out of Georgia?!" Norman asked with much anticipation.

Brief pause.

"Really!" Norman exclaimed, his smile appearing.  "OK, well, we'll be at the train station.  Meet us there." he said quickly before saying goodbye and hanging up.

"He's OK!  He said he was put onto a helicopter to land in Montana.  Well, at first it was supposed to take him to Hollywood, but he ordered Montana.  They'll have some minor stops since helicopters shouldn't really fly that far, but it'll be OK." He explained, handing my my phone.

The rest of the ride was silent and I hadn't even realized that before we had gotten in the taxi, that Norman had put of sunglasses and his hood.  Typical Norman.

When we got to the stop, Norman handed her a handful of money as she graciously thanked him, going on and on about how she was his biggest fan.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Norman assisted her to shut up.

I smiled, wanting to laugh, and wrote a quick scribble down.

"Jeez lady!" It said.  Norman chuckled.

"For real!" He said.  "Nice handwriting," He complimented.

I swept my hand down from my mouth, saying "thank you" in sign-language.  He laughed as we walked into the large station. People buzzed like flies, running to catch their trains, and when I looked up at the sign where it told you about each train and it's destination, my eye's caught Georgia.

"Canceled.  Blocked.  Canceled." They all read.

People (Probably that were on their way to Georgia) were sitting in the long rows of blue chairs, tapping their feet and dialing numbers into their phones.  Some were hanging their heads, maybe waiting for an arrival of a family member, but since the train to Georgia was canceled, there was a possibility that they might not see them again.  The thought of never seeing my family member again made me shudder, but then I realized that that was the case with me: Dead, in jail, and lost.  My Aunt, dad, and mother.  All of them.  I would never see again.

I guess me and Norman were the lucky ones in there since our friend got out, only because he was famous.

Norman's hand found my back, and by habit, I recoiled.  He quickly pulled it away, but I relaxed myself as he rested it slowly back on.  He led us to two chairs and we sat down.

"Use your phone." He said.  At first, I didn't understand, but then I remembered I was out of room on my paper, so I unlocked my phone and went to "notes"  I typed in a sentence and handed the phone to Norman.

"I'm so bored." It said.

Norman chuckled and typed his answer.  "Me too.  o__-" He handed it back.

"Ugh." I typed.

"Sean needs to hurry up!" He replied.

"Agreed."

"LOL!"

I laughed at that one.

"Look up." I wrote.

Norman looked up casually and then looked back down to type something.  "What is it?"

"That old man is staring at us." I answered.

"Ummm... @@" he said, the "@@" making eyes that were rolling.

"He looks like Sean." I joked, sticking my tongue out and giggling as Norman looked up to check if I was right.  He looked over at me, hiding a smile.  

"Liar." He responded out-loud.

(A/N: Sorry for the interruption... TWD QUOTE OF THE GOVERNOR!!! "lair" OMGOMGOMGOMG! HAHAHA OK I'm done...)  

I smiled as I turned off my phone and slid it in my back pocket.

"He's here!" Norman said, getting up and waving at the Sean who was coming in the front doors.

I looked up, expecting to see a smiling, waving Sean, but instead, I watched Sean get shot.  Right there.  In front.  Of everyone.