You know the feeling that you get when you think someone is behind you? I felt it. I felt it and I was sure that there was someone there. I was more sure than I have ever been in my whole life. I, slowly but surely, turned round. Then I saw it. It's huge evil red eyes were looking down at me. It's breath was rasping on my face and it had a distinct smell of blood. It smiled at me with a smile that would haunt me forever. And then I realised that it wasn't an It at all. It was my dad. " Don't be frightened Rosie." He said. But I was frightened. I was probably the most scared girl that has ever lived. I screamed as loud and as long as my lungs would let me. Then fell down and hit the hard concrete floor and the last thing I remember was seeing my dad's figure run away.
"Rose. Rose."
I woke up and saw the sparkling white surfaces and women in blue uniforms and knew that I wasn't in my bed, but in a hospital one, with my mum looking down at me with tears in her eyes. I sat up.
"Hey"
"Rose, I was so worried about you. Why on Earth would you do something like this?"
Did she actually think that I did this on purpose?!
"Where were you last night?"
The truth was that I was leaving a party that I wasn't supposed to go to but she didn't need to know that.
"It doesn't matter but what does matter is that I saw dad."
My mum had a look of shear horror on her face as if she was a witch and I just spoke Voldermorts name.
"Listen to me very carefully. Your dad went undercover in a top secret MI5 operation and never returned. You did not see your dad"
"I did. You weren't there. You didn't see him. I was there. I saw him. Believe me, please."
My mum looked at me with pity. It filled me with anger. I am 17 and she is treating me like I'm a lying, hyper, sugar eating 3 year old. You would have thought that I would have gained some trust in the 17 years that I have been living.
I laid back down and turned away from her holding my locket in both hands. The locket once shone a dazzling silver in the sunlight but now it was rusty and old and wouldn't open. I tried cleaning it but it just made it rustier. It was the only thing that my dad had left me when he died. At that moment a nurse, who was examining a clipboard approached. The nurse said, in a harsh tone
"I see that you two have had quite a shock but there is nothing wrong with you and you are taking up valuable space. You may leave in the next 24 hours." And walked away. I didn't want to wait that long. I wanted to go home, have something to eat then go back to the ally way where I saw my dad. I was going to find him no matter what my mum thought.
As I stepped into the ally way I saw some dried blood where I hit the ground last night and carefully stepped around it. I walked the way that I saw my dad run thinking, but not believing, that if I just walked I would somehow know where I was going. I kept walking for what felt like hours but I didn't mind. I liked being alone with just my thoughts to keep me company. It was like I was in a trance. I walked all through the night, even though my legs were screaming at me to stop. When I finally did I realised that I had no idea where I was. Some how I managed to walk miles away from home and comfort and safety. This was not good. I was in a strange place with no money, no food and no idea on how to get back home.
Just the all too familiar sound of the cars sent a shiver down my spine. Although they sounded the same as they did back home, it was different. It wasn't in the right setting. The buildings too tall. The trees too small. And the people too rude. Just walking down the packed streets was a big challenge. Everyone pushing and shoving and invading your space and your thoughts. I couldn't think properly. In this vey important time when you need to think and plan out what you are going to do. You can't, you just get annoyed with people.
