New York- Where Dreams are Made

Chapter 17- Helping Hand

"Charlotte...Charloooooltte.."
"Mom? Mom. Mom!"  I tried to reach out for her. Take me with you. "Mom!"

"Charlotte!" Katie. I opened my eyes hesitantly. I could almost hear my mom say, "Not yet sweetie." My vision was blurry. "Katie?" My head hurt so bad. I heard excited chatter. "Yes dear it's me. It's Katie." I sighed. Which hurt by the way. I could finally see. I was lying on my bed facing the ceiling. I was wearing shorts and a tee shirt, with bandaids on my sore knees. Mitch was sitting on our sofa with Angel next to her. Katie was sitting in a chair she pulled up next to my bed. And there was a blonde boy standing against the doorframe. Wait. I looked at the boy. "Hey there stranger." He said with a half smile. Alexander. I had been meaning to talk to him but I never found the courage. "Charlotte this is Alexander. He saved you in the parking lot before you got hit by a car." I groaned and pulled my pillow over my face. Great first impression. Hit by a car. I wish. He chuckled. "We have already met Katie I've told you a hundred times." Katie looked at him sternly. "Well you can tell me again." Then it hit me. I bolted upright in bed almost knocking heads with Katie. Which hurt as you probably can imagine. "My journal." I felt panic inside my stomach. "Katie she has my journal. I've had that since I was a kid I wrote everything in there." I blushed remembering things I wrote about. "Katie she is going to use it against me. What am I supposed to do? She can't just keep that! Isn't that a crime like staking or something?! I need to get it back Katie." I was speaking rapid french to myself. I suppose I had spoken so quickly that not even Angel nor Alexander could understand me. "Ok ok Char. Deep breaths." I wanted to scream. Katie was brushing out my dark tangled hair with her hand. "Please lie back down." Her face showed her concern. I carefully lowered myself back into the crappy dorm room mattress. I was almost there. I could feel it. "Charlotte what are you looking at?" I rolled my eyes annoyed. "The ceiling." My friends looked at each other worried. "You guys should go. I'll be here with her. She just needs sleep." Katie ushered everyone out. They all shouted protests but she closed and locked the door. What are the odds? "Charl-" i snapped. "ENOUGH!" She backs up. "I don't want to talk right now. To you, to Mitch, Angel, I do t want to talk to anyone!" I shouted and rose from my bed. I stomped out of our dorm greeted by the others with their ears to the door. I pushed past them and out into the chilly New York air. My ribs hurt from my fall whenever it was. My entire body racked and shivered. My body was in pain. Should have grabbed a jacket. My heart hurt after I realized what I did. Can't go back. Not yet. I dragged my feet through the heavy snow. Every step sent a new pain coursing through my entire existence. What did I do? I sighed heavily. I could hear my heartbeat in my ears. Step. Step. Maybe I should have just laid there. My head began to pound. I sat on a cold metal bench slowly drifting into sleep when a voice called to me. "Charlotte! What on earth are you doing out here without a jacket?!" I wanted to spin my head around and say, "Go away Mitch." WAIT. Mitch. I swerved in the bench. "Mitch!" She smiled and took my hand. "I have no clue what you were thinking but I'm sure you are going to lay back down and go right back to sleep now." I nodded. I didn't want to go back. I wanted to be home. Really home. Not just back in Tennessee but with my mother in Tennessee. I wanted her soft spoken voice telling me things were going to be ok. I just wanted everything to be normal.