Blooming

Chapter 17: Blooming

Chapter 17

Matty or Harry? Harry or Matty? School was tomorrow and I needed my head sorted out by then. The list for the football team would be up tomorrow as well. I would probably have to go through evil stares from Willow all day as well. I went over to Blue's. She told me to pick the one I thought about most, the one who made me feel special. We sat in Blue's room and talked and giggled and talked. I heard heavy footsteps coming up the stairs.

"Mum dont come up the stairs please." Blue went to the head of the stairs. Indigo was carrying a tray with hot chocolate and mini marshmellows. The tray was shaking like mad, the hot chocolate was spilling everywhere. Blue grabbed the tray.

"Please mum, rest."

"Im bored resting and Harriet is doing a bad job of Mrs Skinelli's hair!" A friend of Indigo's was looking after the shop while Indigo was ill. Blue gave Indigo a warning look. I smiled she cared for her so much. Blue told her to go back downstairs. We took the tray into Blue's bedroom. There was only a drop of hot chocolate in my mug. I swallowed it down. The we heard a thump and the sound of someone falling down the stairs. Blue shot up and ran out to the landing.

"MUM!" She shouted. I was shocked I didnt know what to do. I stood there like a dunce. Blue was down at the bottom of the stairs by now leaning over her mum. Blue looked at me she was weeping her whole body was shaking.

"What are you doing?" She screamed at me. "Call 999!" I pulled my mobile out of my pocket and fumbled. I tried to type in 999 but I kept hitting the wrong keys my hands were shaking that much. Eventually I punched it in and it started ringing. Some stupid posh woman asked me what service I wanted.

"Just give me the ambulance!" I screamed at her. She must have sensed my desperation because I was talking to a paramedic within seconds.

She soothed me with her calm voice. I looked at Indigo she was as white as a blank page. Blue was caressing her face and sobbing into her breast. Was she dead? The paramedic asked me questions and told me not to worry an ambulance was on its way. Soon I heard sirens ring through the air and paramedics burst through the door. A lady grabbed Blue by the arms and pulled her back. She screamed and kicked and pushed. I stood traumatized. I couldnt move. I couldnt hear anything. Someone was holding my hand, talking to me it was all a blur. I saw the paramedics lift Indigo onto a stretcher. Blue ran out after them as they carried it out the door. All I could see was the flashback of Blue weeping over Indigo so sorrowfully. I couldnt help thinking if that happened to my mum would I be able to cry so sorrowfully and meaningfully. I wasnt sure. I was lead out the door. The last I saw of Indigo was her being lifted into the back of the ambulance, wires attached and oxygen mask on. She wasnt dead! She had an oxygen mask on. I saw Blue fight with the paramedic trying to get in with Indigo. They advised not with the state in which she was in. People were talking to me, comforting me. Why were they trying? My heart was in my throat. I couldnt cry, no tears fell. I felt dry. I felt like my soul had left me. I wasnt me. I was watching this scene from another body another place. Someone led me to a car. I ducked my head as I got in. Blue was there too. She looked at me. Her mascara ran the whole way down her death white face. She looked at me her eyes wide with the trauma. I noticed I couldnt feel my body. I watched my drained face from somewhere else.

I sat there waiting. The corridors long and grey. The seat was plasticey. I smelt death. I shifted around in my seat trying to get comfortable. I couldnt. The arm rests felt cold and my hands were sweaty as I ran them up and down the arm rests. I looked to my left. Blue had fallen asleep. She had exhausted herself. We havent seen her yet. Havent even heard. Its been two hours. The lady who had tried to comfort me and whose car we had come here in was gone. She had said she was going to get me tea and toast. How could I eat? My throat was dry ad my stomach felt like I was going to throw up. I ran to the toilet gagging. I heaved and threw up into the toilet. I sat there for a few minutes. I closed my eyes and opened them wide again. Still no tears fell. I warily stood up. I went to the sink and got a shock. I was paler than death and I had vomit smeared across my face. My hair was sticking up every possible way and my eyeliner was smudged. Did I care? No. I walked out the same way I walked in. I quickly dabbed my mouth first and flushed the toilet. A small plump woman in scrubs strolled past and smiled symathetically at me. No trace of empathy at all. She didnt know what I had saw, she probably saw it all the time but nobody she knew. She hadnt seen her best friend shake like no one should ever shake. My hair was in my face so I pulled it back into a messy bun. I took my hard uncomfortable seat again. I wanted to sleep, beleive me thats all I wanted but everytime I closed my eyes I saw flashbacks. I never wanted to re-live those few minutes. I felt someone stare at me. Someones eyes were burning into me. It couldnt be Blue she was snoring softly beside me, giving a quick jerk as if having a nightmare every once in a while. It wasnt the lady, she wasnt coming back. I looked up into his eyes. They were deeply sorrowed and over cast. They expressed real empathy. My heart stopped.

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