The plane ride was weird. Kyle was unconscious the whole way, probably because of some high pain meds. The airplane was sort of a small passenger plane, but more like a jet. We were in this grey back part of the plane consisting of big crates, luggage, and the smell of a subway bathroom.
I feel asleep on the hard floor after about 4 hours. I was shaken awake by a paramedic, who then told me we arrived. Wow, I slept for twenty hours?! I mean I guess the events that happened in the past day had really tired me out.
We walked down the planes stairs, then into some sort of ambulance. I was pointed into one of the seats nearby. I sat there just thinking of what will happen to Kyle, and our friendship. Me and Kyle had always been best friends since about grade 4. That's about eight years. I remember that one time our parents told us not to climb over the bridge and jump into the lake, but we did. We did and then Kyle ended up with a broken foot.
As we arrived to the hospital, we were ushered into the ER. Kyle was the first one taken in since he was flown from Canada all the way to Australia. Since I wasn't allowed into the room with Kyle, I decided I would go explore. I mean they would be a few hours and i might as well get my mind off things. My mind soon changed when I stepped out of the hospital and was greeted with about twenty fan girls asking about Kyle. Apparently the girl who Kyle was in bed with tweeted something about it.
Great. That's just what I needed was fans right now. I mean I know they look up to me and all, but I needed my privacy. I was trying to get my mind off things when they just keep asking about Kyle. I couldn't blow them off though, so i decided to take pictures or sign stuff instead of answering any questions.
After about half an hour of taking pictures and talking to fans, I was getting really hungry. I found this small place called 'Food from Heaven'. Maybe I wouldnt get noticed now. As i walked in, I was surrounded by the smell of breakfast foods, since it was around 11am. I noticed a fragile girl with tears streaming down her face in the corner. She was sitting at one of the many red worn out booths this resteraunt had.
I walked up to her and sat across from her. As she looked up i noticed she had a black eye and many scratches across her petite face. I would guess shes about 17. For a girl with many stratches along her face, i would say shes quite pretty.
"What happened to you, who did this?" I asked trying not to sound so intruding.
She burst into tears.
