The Life We Once Knew

A Light In The Darkness

The heaviest questions anybody could ask are; who am I? What am I supposed to do? Why am I here? I've never had problems answering that, it was easy as pie. I'm Amelia McCartney, the drummer for Revolution and Storms Over London. I'm here to make music, and make music is what I'm going to do. Now, I'm lost. I don't know who I am, what I'm supposed to do, or why I'm here anymore. I've spent so long being Amelia McCartney The Drummer that I didn't know how to be Amelia McCartney. I was lost in a room filled with directions, and there was no way out.

Sitting on the balcony at night seemed to be my only escape. There, time was different and I could forget about reality for a bit. I could pretend I still knew the way, that the path was still clear. As soon as the sun rose, however, I knew I'd still be lost.

The moon was shining brighter than usual that night. It illuminated the world similarly to it's sister the sun. Something about that moon was different, or maybe it was just the night. That August night had a moon brighter than any of its predecessors and a family overjoyed in the bleached halls of the hospital.

The phone ringing startled me. I nearly dropped my notebook off of the balcony. It seemed to ring louder than usual, though that could just be because the world was silent. There wasn't a single sound to be heard except for the incessant ringing of the phone. Quickly, I rushed into the house. Jane and Vera were still asleep, and I didn't want to wake them.

"Hello?" I answered, glancing at the stairs to make sure nobody was awake.

"Lia! Thank God!" Paul practically screamed.

I winced at his loud voice, "Christ, Paulie, can you keep it down? You're gonna give me a headache."

"Bloody hell, Lia, I can't!" Paul shouted, "Linda's in labour!"

I nearly dropped the phone, "What?!"

"She just went back, we're at the hospital now. Fucking hell, I'm going to be a Da."

Paul's breathing sped up. I could tell the entire situation was freaking him out. Suddenly, he gasped, "What if there's complications? What if Linda doesn't come out of it? What if the baby-"

"Paul, calm down," I interrupted, "Linda and the baby are going to be fine. She's done this before, she knows what she's doing."

I could hear Paul running his hands through his hair, "I'm gonna be a Da."

"You're gonna be a Da, but you have to keep your head. You freaking out won't help Linda."

Paul groaned, "I can't help it, Lia, I've never done this before."

"Neither have I."

"What about Vera?"

"I wasn't there for her birth, you git," I chuckled, "Just take a deep breath, yeah?"

"Can you come down?" he asked.

I glanced at the clock. It was nearly two in the morning, the cab services wouldn't be running. There was a chance I could take the underground, but even that was far fetched. Most all public transport systems were shut down this late at night. Nevertheless, I could tell Paul needed someone to lean on.

"I'll be right there," I replied.

"Lia, you're a lifesaver."

"I know," I cheekily replied, "Try to remain upright until I get there."

"I'll try."

With that, we hung up. I quickly shoved my feet in my boots and hurriedly wrote a note to Jane. Grabbing my hat, I rushed out of the flat.