I Am Me

missed calls (5)

"Haemophelia is a medical condition in which the ability of the blood to clot is severely reduced, causing the sufferer to bleed severely from even a slight injury." Well, at least that's what the pamphlet I got from the hospital tells me as the train jolts back and forth on it's journey from the station near the hospital to the one nearest my house. 

It was obviously too far to walk so catching the train was a good idea, though I did consider the long walk. The types of people that you find on trains is not always the best.

I continue to read on about haemophelia. The more I learn about this horrible disease the more I think how devastating this must be for Mickey. Now I understand why his mum was so worried and why the paramedic said that he shouldn't have even been riding a bike. Poor Michael, he can't run or jump or play like all the other kids in fear of hurting himself and having a serious bleed that could cost him his life. A sick feeling grows in my stomach, this time it has nothing to do with my anxiety. I close my eyes and in my head I pray for him.

My stop is announced over the speaker so I get up slowly, almost falling on top of some people doing the same as the train grinds into the station. I get off slightly dizzy.

The station is buzzing, but in the midst of all the hustle and bustle around me my eye catches one familiar thing, the boy from the restaurant car park. He notices my gaze. My breathe gets caught in my throat. Alarms go off in my head and I know I turn around quickly and speed down the platform towards the exit. I knew catching the train was a bad idea. 

"Are you okay?" A voice asks from behind me. Even though it was muffled the last time I heard it I recognized it straight away and almost doubled my pace.

"I saw what happened to you today, the ambulance and everything," he continues to say as I get closer and closer to street level and open air. My heart rate sky rockets with a combination of anxiety and pure fear pumping through my veins. His voice getting fainter by the now almost rushing wind with a last ditch effort he tries to get my attention, "I swear I wasn't stalking you, I promise! I just happened to be in the park! I was... looking for something..." 

I'm out of that stuffy station and away from that creep. Aside from my anxiety attacks, that was one of the most scariest moments of my life.

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I walk up the garden path outside the front of our house, trying not to make a sound in the mean time. It's much later than I said I would be back by, having not only to walk home but catch the train from the hospital as well. 

I might be able to get in without my mother noticing me, maybe. I reach into my pocket for my keys. Oh no, they're not there! What more could go wrong today?

What am I supposed to do now? If mum finds out I'll be in so much trouble. She's going to be so disappointed, I just know it. Dad's not home and unless Dylan gives me mercy, which I know won't happen, I'm done for. 

Beads of sweat begin to appear on the fore line of my hair and a sick feeling starts to stir in my stomach. This is not good...

Okay, Taya. You have two decisions. One, you can knock on the door and face the music or sleep out here all might with that newly escaped criminal, more than likely it's probably that creepy guy who is no doubt stalking you, and this time you won't already be running. Not to mention the later would probably get you into more trouble. 

I go with the first decision, already regretting it. 

I breathe heavily and subconsciously begin to pace a small distance of the veranda. I wipe my hands on the sides of my trousers to get the sweat off of them, leaving a faint wet-patch behind. 

Finally, I reluctantly knock on the door, two swift taps and it's done. There's no turning back now. My heart rate quickens as I hear the click clacking of her heals hitting the floor. Each step makes my head pound with anxiety. I turn my head downwards, keepin my eyes on the ground, not wanting to see the inevitable disappointment in her eyes. 

"Taya, where have you been? I tried to call you but you on your cell but you didnt answer," she says once she opens the door completly. I tilt my head up but can't bring myself to look into her eyes. 

"S-s-sorry mum. I, I had my phone switched off," I say, shakily. 

"Silly girl, come in. It's cold out there." 

I walk into the house and head straight into my room. I almost burst into tears once I close the door. I can't believe I let her down like that, she trusted me! I must be the worst daughter in the world. Dylan will definitely be getting his X-Box by comparison to me. 

The quilt of my bed gives me some form of comfort as I bundle myself in it. I hold my legs tight to my chest and wish for it all to go away. The constant worry, fear and disappointed faces. I let out a deep sigh along with a single tear that runs down my cheek. 

I shuffle uncomfortably on my bed and remember that dastardly phone is still in my pocket. I take it out. "It's all your fault," I say quietly to it and give a small, hysterical laugh mixed with a few more tears at how stupid I am. 

I swipe across to unlock it, revealing five missed calls. Two are from mum. I know what that's about. The next three calls make my heart skip a beat, Charlie. 

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So again this is just another copy of a chapter that was already posted except this time there was a bug that deleted it and kind of copied my story so it comes up twice on my profile. I've told the wattpad support team so hopefully they'll be able to fix it. Sorry, about this guys but I already have some more ideas for the next chapter so it should be on it's way to your library soon :) 

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