Dark Soul

Mum?

Thoughts whirled like a hurricane in my mind, sweeping up all the the questions and jumbling them up. How do I get to the hospital? It's where I started. Maybe... just maybe, I can find my mum's number and call it. It might take me to her.

I searched what looked like hundreds of sheets of paper, all filled with jumbled up words; I don't need words, I need numbers.

Eventually, it came up with a small mobile number beside a picture of my mum.

335 459 875

That must be it. I took my phone out of my pocket and dialed with my fumbling fingers. I then held it close to my ear, listening to the muffled rings that emitted from it as the darkness infront of me engulfed the walls papered with certificates, the tables, the paperwork, all other objects, and the floor around me. I watched in silence as the floor reappeared around me, the darkness resceded. Leaving me in the middle of a road.

I gasped silently, seeing two cars both looked trashed, right infront of each other. The damage inflicted on the cars was so bad that I couldn't tell their real colours. One could have possibly been red, the other green. The make of the cars looked unidentifiable. Too damaged. I heard a small ringing, like the traditional mobile phone ringing. It echoed in the silent deserted road. It was day, but no-one was around. An ambulance was parked at the side of the road a few feet away from the crash. It's back doors slightly ajar. I was obviously outside, yet I felt isolated and closed in. The air didn't seem fresh enough, and my throat felt to clammy.

Without thinking, I moved swiftly to the sound of the ringing. My mum must be here somewhere I can only hope. Then I saw it on the floor, slightly cracked, but not too damaged. It had small pieces of broken glass encrusted in the screen and scattered around the phone like fallen confetti. The way it lay, face up, on the grass; made it look like like she had almost thrown it out the window. Why would she throw her phone out the window when the crash was about to happen. If it broke, would I have been able to ring this and come here? If it did, did she know about it, did she know about this place? What if she did and she didn't want to me to find her...

I couldn't help it, thoughts took form as tears and streamed down my cheeks. Could she do this to me? I was her daughter... did she love me?

My thoughts were on a roll and kept rolling. I wiped my tear streaked face with my sleeve and picked up the phone. I shrieked as I felt something cold and light brush along my back, sending a cold chill down my spine. I turned around to see a woman walking away from me. She looked like a nurse. She was a ghost, I was sure of it. So I quickly picked up my confidence and jumped off the floor in a flurry to be next to the woman. I expected for her to ignore me, so it didn't faze me when she walked silently on next to me without a glance. She held a few pieces of paper work, and she held them uncomfortably in her hands across her chest. she seemed troubled and stressed, and her brow was knitted in a frown.

She looked farmiliar somehow; the way she walked, the way her hair bounced lively around her shoulders; and mostly, her facial structure.

Then out of no-where, someone pushed past her pushing her off balance and sending the papers everywhere. They apologised quickly but continued forward and dissapeared. The troubled woman sighed sadly, pouted, picked up the bulk of the papers and walked hurridly off; only to disappear into thin air.

There was something about that woman that seemed farmiliar... Too farmiliar.

There was still a few pieces of paper on the floor. That's strange, shouldn't they have dissappeared by now?

I bent down and read them as I was picking them up.

335 968 776.

Without thinking I quickly whipped out my phone and dialled quickly - I was starting to get a skill for this.