A cry for help

Chapter 8

I woke up to see i was back in the nurse office but Hannah wasn't there.

"That's strange, she never leaves her office.." I muttered to myself looking around slowly.

I realised that i didn't have the owl blanket on me anymore but i shrugged it off and came to the conclusion that she need it for something.

I tip toed to her computer and grinned at her owl screensaver. Honestly.

I sighed shakily as i remembered how much of a fool i was before. Who cries to their nurse?!

I liked how comforting this place was, all the walls were white and the floor had a fluffy carpet on.

I felt a bit sorry for her since it was so small it could only just fit one bed and a desk with a shelf that hung beside the smallish window.

My thoughts drifted back to my Mother and my eyes started watering.

I slid my hand over Hannahs desk, taking in the smoothness off it.

I sighed again but it was a bit louder and had a slight frustrated tone to it.

First my Dad now my Mother.

"Your Mothers gunna be okay you know." I heard a familiar voice from behind me.

I swung round a held out my fist expecting to punch him in the face but instead he caught my hand with a strong yet gentle grip.

"Jeez, hi would be nice." He spoke again, with heavy sarcasm.

"You again." I rolled my eyes as they met the two polka dots that were engraved on that silly mask.

"Wow, you're so nice y'know that?" He tutted shaking his head but i could hear the smirk in his voice which made me growl.

"Hm looks like imma have to go but like i said, you Mother will be fine. Everyones tale has to end someday." The strange man loosened his grip which allowed me to pull my hand back.

I rubbed my wrist softly and watched him disappear in a blink of an eye.

"Everyones tale? What a str-" I would've finished my sentence but i dropped to floor and the last thing i heard was, "see you tomorrow."