The wings attached. (Book one)

Opportunity knocks.

     My train came right away. I didn’t have to stand in a stupor on the platform and hold tight my invisible hysteria. Which was invading my body inch by inch.

     The noise of the motion sidetracked me. Ta-taf- ta-taf…Ta-taf-ta-taf…Ta-taf-ta-taf… I began counting the stops and watching the walls blinking behind the window. ‘Was there an instruction in the world, or some guide on how to cope with multiple problems falling on one’s head simultaneously’? They say one door closes another opens. Something lost, something found. Was it actually about me? Because I didn’t feel like I had any advantages from any side: not getting Jason back, not gaining a new member of my single person family in a form of a younger sister.

     Everything seemed so confused and mixed up. I didn’t know where else to start. My inner, as well as outer, rearrangements hadn’t been enough anymore. I needed something bigger to pull myself through and reach the next day. I needed a miracle to save me. A fucking miracle.

     Closer to one of the stations a flow of passengers made its way to the doors. I tried to squeeze myself away from the crowd but someone still manages to elbow me. My ears picked up a sorry word and involuntarily I looked behind my shoulder to identify where the sorry came from. It came actually from two teens standing in close distance from me. A boy and a girl of seventeen or so. When I turned my head to look at them, both of them sheepishly smiled, the way you do when you step on some stranger’s foot (in my case, they slightly nudged me). Our eyes locked. I slid my gaze from girl with brown eyes to a boy with green, and once the boy settled his stare fully at my face, his features turned into a mask of horror. He sucked his breath and pulled girl’s hand. Her glance began shifting between him and me and then her face turned horrific too and both of them began stumbling backwards bumping into the backs of other passengers.

     At this point I knew that I could take no more drama and I just stood there watching them veering to the doors. Well, that was not a reaction on a glare I expected. See, even seventeen year olds run away screaming from me, and they want me to take my half baby sister. Idiots. What even caused them to dart away at first place? I glanced at my reflection in the window and except my own miserable face, found nothing astonishingly scary. If I’m smart I would sum up what had happened to me for the past couple of days and make a certain conclusion, but as I’m not smart… I decided to forget about it and just make it finally home. At least I could always reflect on the subject some other time.      

     I opened the door to my little apartment and heavily stepped inside. I dropped my jacket on the floor by the door and carried myself to open the window. I started suffocating in my body. I wasn’t as strong as Billy accredited me - I was weak.

     Nervously, I began looking for something to hold on to. Anything at all. I opened all the drawers and cupboards in the kitchen. In one cabinet I found a bottle of something and grabbed it. The bottle seemed used, but I didn’t even bother to check the cover sticker. I pulled the cork open and brought the bottle to my mouth. “Muthafu…” I’ve spun to the sink and spat whatever it was out. Immediately, a strong odor of vinegar filled my nostrils and I spat out again a bitter sour flavor from my tongue. Rigidly I turned a cold water on and rinsed my mouth. Then I turned the bottle upside down and stuck in into the drain leaving the water running.

     Now I was out of any ideas. Hesitantly I went into the bathroom and stopped in front of the medicine cabinet. I peeked inside and then reached for the first thing my fingers happen upon. It was a pack of Band-Aids with Winnie the Pooh on the cover. When in the word I managed to buy Band-Aids with Disney on them? I’ve sent the pack on the floor and liked the thrill of it. The next thing I know I started throwing carelessly everything out of the medicine cabinet.