My eyes flew open with the sound of my phone. I blinked a few times till my vision cleared, then took my phone from under my pillow and stared at the clock. 6:30? Who the hell is texting me this early? I took a closer look. It’s Ella. Why is she even awake. She usually doesn't wake up until 11am. Is something wrong? I opened the messages. She wants to TALK? Holy shit. What did I do? I don't think I did something wrong did I? I typed “sure but is everything OK? Did something happen?” I sat in my bed still feeling a little drowsy. It took a couple of minutes for her to respond. “Everything is fine. I really don't want to talk about it over text; can we meet later today?” she texted back. Oh god she’s gonna break up with me. No no no. But why? I stopped my imagination from running wild. At least I tried to stop it. I immediately texted back “Are we good?”; and after a few seconds I got a text saying “we’re fine”. I tried to convince myself “Come on, she said we’re fine. so it’s probably nothing. Maybe she has good news” a voice in my head told me yeah right for the first time in the history someone has decided to tell their good news by saying WE NEED TO TALK. I tried to ignore the voice and made plans with Ella to meet up in the afternoon hoping for the best. I got up and dressed for today. When I was ready to leave my apartment it was already 8:15 and I was late. I can’t believe water was shut off. What the hell is going on today? I stood in front of the elevator for about a minute but the damn thing was stuck two floors above me. I don’t have time for this now. So I decided the stairs were my best choice. I practically fell most of them, luckily I didn’t hurt myself. I ran from the building door to the bus stop. I almost reached the stop when I saw the last few passengers getting on the bus and the door shut closed behind them and it started to leave. I tried to speed up but I was practically out of breath. Well f***. From the way people stared at me I guessed cursing out loud wasn't the best choice. After a little while I was finally able to get a taxi and got to the next bus stop and catch the damn bus. I finally got on the bus and took a deep breath. A few people took a glance at me then went back to their phones or whatever they were doing before. I found an empty seat at the back near the window. I saw my reflection in the glass. God I was a freaking mess. My hair was all over the place, I was all sweaty from my “marathon” my clothes were all messy. I tried to settle my hair as the bus took a turn then slowed down and finally came to a stop. I stopped looking at my reflection to see why have we stopped. I took a glance and holy Jesus. When did the traffic get so jammed. I'm already late. Why can’t I catch a break? Suddenly the bus started moving. As I was thanking the god I didn't believe in, the bus driver stepped on the break and my head went straight to the back of my front seat. Son of a gun that hurts. It took me a minute to bring my head back up. The lady sitting on the other side took one look at me and gasped. I felt dizzy and then a felt something dropping on my hand. OH God IT’S BLOOD. The sound that lady made had already drew some people’s attention to me. The guy sitting behind me got up and came next to me. The girl next to him started yelling at the driver but I couldn't exactly understand what she was saying. It was like my brain was a camera that was out of focus and everything seemed blurry. The guy who was now snapping his fingers to get my attention was almost yelling. “Can you hear me? Are you OK?”
I did my best to focus on what he was saying but it was really hard. A few others had gathered around us. The guy who now was sitting next to me turned his head to the crowd surrounding us “back off he needs air” he yelled. I was better but still felt dizzy and to be honest a bit nauseous but I managed to talk. “I’m fine” and my mind raced to the text I got this morning “we’re fine”.
