What about Phil?

12

Ingrid's POV

One morning I woke up early, and decided to go for a walk, I made sure that my phone was fully charged so that I could listen to Carrie the Musical. Now that I was sitting on a bench in the park, I start to remember when I went to see the Off-Broadway version of Carrie since it had been revisited, I thought about if it ever came to London that I would have to audition for either the role of Carrie White herself or Chris Hargensen.

I stood up after a few minutes and continued to walk smiling at the dogs that passed me since I always did since I moved to London.

Suddenly someone came running up to me, I realised that they were a fan, so I calmed down waited for the fan.

"H..hey I..I'm Jeremey, ar...are you In...Ingrid Lester?" he said through pants

"Yes, I'm her," I said, Jeremey suddenly hugged me around my waist I awkwardly hugged him back, I noticed that he's heavy breathing has stopped and slowed to a normal pace.

"I'm so sorry to have surprised you, I just have always wanted to meet you, you see I find joy in watching your videos and sadly that is one of my only sources of joy, since I have no real family" he said now looking sad, I wanted to ask what happened to his parents but I felt that it was too personal to ask, but for some reason the kid told me anyway.

"They died in a fire!" as Jeremey said this he looked up at me and I saw tears in his eyes, the sight made me want to burst into tears myself, but I didn't I thought about bringing this kid more joy in his life, so I whispered something in his ear.

"Wanna know something?" I saide, and he nodded.

"I'm planning on doing a tour around the UK soon, and you're the first person to know about it, not even Phil knows" I came anyway from his ear and smiled at him, he smiled back, he was about to say something when we heared someone call his name. I looked over to see a lady in what I believe to be mid thirty's, her short brown hair hitting her shoulders and her skin tan like she had just been on holiday in somewhere like Spain, but the strange thing was she dressed like a mum, not some traveller who had a kid, but a mum who has maybe three kids.

"Sorry, I've got to go," Jeremey said and before I could say goodbye he ran off to meet his foster mother.

What a nice kid, I thought to myself, I wished I was like that. I don't remember the good parts of my childhood very well, even though I know I had a good life until the age of eleven but I just don't remember it. When I go and visit my parents, I see pictures of me as a happy child in a place like Disney Land, and Universal, but still no memories when I looked at them or tried to remember those moments, all I could remember was from elven onwards.

I decided to head home so I could continue writing my autobiography, as I began to walk home, I remembered how hard life was for people like me and when I was around the same age as Jeremey. I remembered that when I was diagnosed with high functioning anxiety, I was kicked out of the room and my mum never told me why so I decided to call her.

As I was waiting for her to pick up I heard a faint noise of a motorbike coming my way, I didn't move since it would be on the road, so I continued walking on the pedestrian path, no answer, I decided not to leave a message but to try again.

The phone started ringing but before I could say anything a man on an electric bike came out of nowhere and hits me, as I'm laying on the ground I found it hard to see anything with the force of the fall, but somehow I could still hear people talking, someone called an ambulance for me as others we're instructing them to do so, I heard my mum talking into the phone and she started panicking because I wasn't responding, the last thing I heared before I drifted off to sleep was a voice that I recognised speaking to me, he said

"why did you leave me for him?!" and before I knew it he picked up my phone and hung up placing my phone back in my pocket. Then everything went black

~AmazingPhanda