Transported

28. Patched Up

I didn't want to look anymore, so I turned and collapsed on bed. That was when I had one of those rare feelings where I wish I had transported. But rather than disappearing to another place in the world, I wanted to just... be gone. No longer be on earth, maybe be underground, or on planet Jupiter.

Knock Knock! Wendy came through the door, she knocked, but I never said for her to come in.

"Hey, Marilyn, you haven't said goodbye to Angel or Kieran," Wendy spoke sincerely.

"I said goodbye earlier," I groaned then turned around so I was side on and not face Wendy. I felt some weight at the end of my bed, realising it was probably Wendy sitting down.

"I know that people leaving can be hard but-"

"I'm fine, just go away," I interupted.

"Really? Are you sure?" Wendy asked.

"Yes, I'm fine," I groaned again.

I felt the weight from the other end of the bed disappear as Wendy stood up. The room was quiet, but downstairs, we could hear yelling from the youngsters.

"Marilyn, if you are annoyed or upset about something, there is no use avoiding it," Wendy spoke softly, trying her hardest to avoid having me snapping at her.

"I said I'm fine! Go away!" I stood up and grabbed my precious box on the floor. It was violently chucked towards Wendy who was just leaving the room, the box missed Wendy and hit the door instead, causing the hinges of the lid to fall off and land as a heap on the floor.

I didn't bother picking the box, I just flung myself on the bed, letting myself weep into my pillow.

After about 5 minutes of crying, I sat up and let myself breath. I noticed that my black eye make-up had been absorbed into the pillow. It was surely all down my face, so I got up and headed to my dressing table where I had soem make-up remover wipes. I reached for one and attacked my face with it.

I checked the mirror to see if all the make-up was off, but I saw something else in the reflection. It was a piece of paper with writing on it. I faced downwards, away from the mirror, and looked at the paper. The handwriting was Wendy's, I could tell in about 2 seconds.

It was titled Angel's address. He was now living in a flat in Bromley, with the name of his place Floor 2 Flat C.

What use was that address going to be to me? Angel probably didn't want to see me again, not after what I did to him.

I thought it was time to sleep, but I couldn't be bothered to get changed into pyjamas, so I slipped off my tight denim shorts and lay down in my bed in my t-shirt and leggins.

Even though I was quite tired, I couldn't get to sleep. So I closed my eyes for a long period of time, promising myself I won't open my eyes again until the next morning.

***

I failed to keep the promise since I felt a chill and the feel of a cold wooden floor underneath my back. I had transported. So I stood up to see where I was. It was a hallway with doors on both sides. They had numbers and letters on them. The one I was standing right next to had 2C on it.

Could this be where Angel was living right now? I could transport anywhere in the world, it could be any old flat which has 2C written on it. But it could be Angel's home.

I decided to take a chance and knock on the door, in hope that Angel would answer, but he would probably be in bed by now, it was midnight. My fist stretched out to give the door a violent knock, but I noticed that the door was not closed, it was a crack open.