Tea cold, rain, still going, the date? It's been raining too long to remember. Just days merging into weeks and months, or maybe it's just been a couple of hours but whilst thinking about the time, I once again drifted to the day in which this all started... The day my life fell apart. In the shortest amount of time. 4 minutes.
I once again rushed home to talk to Katie. We have gotten to FaceTime calling. Man she's beautiful...
When I got home I slung off my bag and rushed to my laptop. I opened the lid and tried to call her. Nothing. Again, nothing. I wondered something must be wrong. I ran further than I have ever ran, even to catch a bus. I'm a laid back guy. I don't run. Ever. But today, I thought something must be wrong. I ran up a hill which has most joggers stumbling. I ran through the town and round the corner to go up another hill. I had to sprint past the people who have bullied my and tormented me for years. "Run fatboy run!" and various other insult were thrown amongst the rocks that had were being thrown as well. I somehow turned this into a kind of, story in my mind. That I was a soldier, running for my life, whilst enemy soldiers ran towards me with their guns shooting at me. I didn't care, I suddenly got a bit of strength somewhere and ran faster. I turned the corner and there I was. I had escaped, the boys ran past thinking I had tripped or gone into a house or something. They ran home and I continued my mission. I ran round the corner and sprinted to her home. This was a terrifying moment for me. I walked up towards the door, the golden knocker seemed to glare at me. I knocked three times and hoped for the best...
part 4 coming next
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