Violet Rescue

Day 12. The elevator incident.

A few days later, on a thursday I don't wake up to my alarm clock. l wake up to my dad knocking on my door, in a frantic hurry. He must be late. "Violet Night there's a boy at the door for you." He said it like he had a toothbrush in his mouth. I wondered if he did, I move to open the door and he was about to knock on it again. "Who is it?" "I don't know sweetie he said he was here for you. To go have breakfast with you or something." He took the toothbrush out of his mouth and smiled at me, "Is he your boyfriend, Violet Night?" "No dad. I don't have a boyfriend." "Alright." He was still smirking and put the toothbrush back into his mouth and kept brushing. Then went to the bathroom to spit. Then he came back and said, "He's at the door, go." He didn't have his tie tied yet. "Dad I'll get your tie in a minute." I run to the door and slide into it. I hear dad laugh behind me and I look over my shoulder and see him looking under the couch for something. I pulled open the door, still in my pajamas. "Welcome Tom! What can I do for you?" "I wanted to see if you wanted to grab breakfast." He repiled, pulling his strap up on his shoulder. "Well usually I have Thursday morning breakfast with my dad." I turn around to see my dad talking on his bluetooth, while jumping up and down trying to put his shoe on. Then simultaneously trying to eat a croissant and tie his tie, which he always forgot how to do. He grabs his briefcase and jacket. He looks like a mess coming towards me and I notice Tom move out of the way. My dad says to whoever is on the phone, "hang on a second." Then he kisses me on the forehead and smiles. Then says, "invite the boy to breakfast Violet Night. I love you. See you at dinner Saturday night." i gave him a quick hug and shove him out the door. Tom turns back to me and I can hear my dad turn the corner while saying, "I'm back, Daniel." I look down the hall after him, and then at Tom. "Well then please Monsieur Tom come in, and dine with me." I curtsy a little as he walks through the front door. I thought it'd be funny. It was. "Umm. We are going to have breakfast where I have breakfast. Out on my balcony." He is smirking about something as I push him through the apartment and through my room to the balcony. I've never had anyone sit in my empty chair, but I pushed him down in it. Then I moved and got my plate, some orange juice and two croissants. Then asked, "Orange juice or Starbucks frappe?" He replied, "orange juice." So, I'm going to have to replace things, I see. "So, Violet Night?" Tom asks as he bites into his croissant. "No. No. No. Only my dad calls me Violet Night." "But is that your name is your name? Violet Night Green?" He chuckles and I give him the Ally Sheedy death glare. "Yes it is. And yes I like it, but like I said only my dad calls me by Violet Night. Okay?" "Okay, Violet." He smirks, this kid and all his smirking. We both finish eating, "So, is this where you eat and what you eat every morning?" "Yeah, why?" I ask while clearing away our stuff and start moving back inside. He stands up and says, "l like it. May I join you, every morning?" I  want to be nice, but I really like my morning time breakfast alone. "How about we have one day that we together. What about... Mondays?" "Okay Mondays!" We move back inside, and I gather my clothes. "Wait out in the kitchen, okay? I have to get ready." "Okay." Then he left. I went to the bathroom to get ready. When I emerged from the bathroom I noticed stuff had been moved in my room, and we were running late. "Did you go in my room and touch my books and stuff?" I ask him when I got out to the kitchen. "Yes." He repiled, no shame.  I can respect that. "Okay then." I grabbed my uniformed bag and my snack. "Let's go. We're running late!" Tom and I head to the elevator. "I'm texting Kevin to get him to stall the teacher." "Are we really that late?" "Yes." I finish typing when my aunt's boyfriend gets in the elevator. I always forget they live just two floors down from me. They don't like our family and I don't like like them except for my cousin, Greta. I'm about to send the message when my phone dies. "Crap. I must have forgot to charge it, after studying last night." I reach to put in my bag and when I turn back around the elevator stops. Not normal stops, but like broken stops. "What! No. No, No, No, no. NO!" Tom speaks up, "Violet? It's okay we'll make it to school." "No. I." I'm hyperventilating now. "Have. Claus-tro-phobia." I go to the corner of the elevator and slide down to the floor. My 'uncle' has his headphones in and is sitting on top of his briefcase with his eyes closed totally unaware of me, hyperventilating over here. I could hear him. Sweet Tom. He was holding me, "Violet? Are you okay? You look really pale. I'm going to call an ambulance, okay? So, when they get us out they will be here because you don't look good. Hey! Can you hear me? Violet, can you hear me?" I was drifting far away. But I could still hear Tom on the phone with 911, saying, "Please get us out quick. I think she's passed out. Please hurry quick." Drifting so far now.  The reason I like my mornings to myself was because I did my best thinking in the morning and right before I fall asleep at night. That's when I find all my philosophical questions. Like, why is the sky blue? Why do we fall in love? Is there more than one true love? Why do we make the choices we make? How do we make them, when we are so indecisive? How do you wake up every morning and do the same thing again and again? How do I? Why do we treat our people that are prison better than we treat our elders? Why do we laughed so hard at somethings and cry at others? Why do children have to be separated from their parents because of the army? Why do people give their children up for adoption? Why do we live in a society where it's hard for everyone to get a job? Why do people take drugs to do better? Why do all of our celebrity influences have to do drugs and drink and things we shouldn't do? Why does it have to be this way? And why do I ask myself these questions? I don't know. But now, sitting here, in Tom's arms, waiting for the ambulance, drifting far away from reality, I still can't think of a good reason. I wake up outside the apartment building. I was on the ambulance gurnee with a oxygen mask on. A nurse was standing over me, making notes on a clipboard. "Hello, welcome. How do you feel?" "Okay, I guess." I say with the mask still on. He helps me sit up and starts taking the mask off. "No. Can I leave It on a while longer?" He looks concerned, "Sure thing, Miss Violet Green." He says and smiles at me then pats me on the arm and gets inside the ambulance. I look around, I see the cops talking to my 'uncle' and to Tom, who looks so scared. I can just barely make out one of their conversations, "You did the right thing, thank you." I see my dad's car drive up. He doesn't even turn it off, just jumps out and runs over to me. "Aww, Violet Night, are you okay?" I take the mask off and get a little light headed at first. "I'm alright dad. Thanks to him." Tom had made his way over to us. I could tell he had been crying at some point. "I'm so happy you're okay!" He attacked me in a hug. He took a step back though his hands were still on my shoulders. "Wait, you are okay right?" I placed my hands on his, "Yes, I'm fine." Then I smiled to reassure them both. The nurse came back then, "Hello, I'm John Meller," he extended his hand to my dad. They shook. "I've been working with with your daughter today. Miss Violet you are doing fine. You're very stable. How do you think you feel? Please be honest." He had his clipboard out again, waiting. "Umm. Fine just just a just a little just a little light headed." "Understandable. I think It'd be a good idea to stay in today. Take it easy and you should be great by tomorrow." I noticed that he had put one of those hospital bracelets on me. My father said said thank you. John Meller gave him one of those reassuring arm pats. "Well, Violet Night, what do you say? A day of me and you?" I nodded and smiled. "I'd like to get to know you better, what was it? Tom?" My father said to Tom while his hand was on his shoulder. "Can he stay home with us?" "Sure if his parents are alright with it?" As we went upstairs, I had to pace myself up. Why did we live so far up? Tom went to ask his mom if he could stay over. My dad went downstairs to talk to his sister on why her boyfriend was such a asshole. Tom had helped me in and I laid down on the sofa, and pondered what I was going to mix next for music mixing class.