After a lengthy procedure, everyone was able to carry on with
their day by either continuing shopping or deciding to go home after a rather
traumatic experience. The police arrived about a minute after I left and took
the man who was still a bit taken aback by what just happened away to be put in
a deserved cell for a very long time.
‘How do you feel’
I asked Amy. We were both shaken and shocked at what just happened. Anything could
have happened at any time if it weren’t for me appearing. Amy took a rather
large gulp of coffee. Then I remembered that her coffee fell on the floor. She
drained the rest of mine and placed the cup back on the table in one shaken
movement.
‘I feel fine,’
she said a little shakily. I had a feeling that she knew she wasn’t a hundred
percent, but I didn’t want to push for the truth as that would only make the
situation worse. ‘How about you?’ she asked me.
‘I could be
worse,’ I said. I really didn’t know what I felt to be honest. I was awash with
so many different emotions. The knowledge that at some point in the future, I
take a trip into the past to this very day and save this shopping centre is
allowing so many thoughts into my head at the same time that I have no idea
what one to focus on, causing mass confusion in my head. Add that with shock
and relief that we got through that alive, my brain is struggling to comprehend
so much.
‘What do you want
to do?’ I asked.
‘I don’t know,’
Amy said. ‘What do you want to do?’
‘I feel like I
want to get some fresh air,’ I said, thinking that some air may be able to blow
away a few of my thoughts. Well, that’s the hope, anyway.
‘So do I,’ Amy
said. We both stood up and headed straight towards the exit. The perfect day did
exactly what I hoped it would do. The bright sun in the sky complete with a
nice breeze every now and again made me and Amy calm down a lot. We stood to
one side, taking deep breaths for a couple of minutes whilst we gathered
ourselves.
That was an experience like no
other. I’ve heard about so many similar events happening all around the world,
not realising that something like that is going to happen to me. You feel
sympathetic to the people who are unfortunate to be caught up in such terrible
situations, but you never truly know just how they feel. Now I do and that
changes everything. You think that the odds of that happening to you are slim
to none, not knowing that the odds of it actually happening are much higher
than you think, and that is scary if you think about it for too long. I can’t
calm myself down if I work myself up like this so I take even deeper breaths,
allowing the fresh oxygen to pass through my system and flush out any unwanted
feelings and thoughts. After a couple of minutes, we both start to relax a
little.
‘You know. I’m
surprised that they are allowing the place to carry on as normal. Usually they
shut down the whole place whilst they carry out any investigations and such,’
Amy pointed out.
‘I must admit that it was a
strange decision to make,’ I Agreed.
‘Maybe they don’t
want to cause any mass hysteria by shutting it down,’ Amy suggested.
‘That’s a
possibility.’ We still weren’t a hundred percent ourselves. We weren’t talking
as much as usual. We went for another couple of minutes before one of us said
something else. I looked around some more and I noticed that there were a lot
more people wearing suits that before.
‘That was
something else,’ Amy said before I could start asking questions about the suit-wearing
people.
I nodded, ‘about
a million thoughts went through my head every second,’ I said.
‘Same here,’ Amy
agreed. We found that the more we talked the quicker we calmed down. We hugged
each other for a good few seconds, feeling the other person’s warmth and
comfort, strength and reassurance flood through our bodies. Any other hug from
anyone else would have been awesome at this point, but nothing compared to our
hug. I knew Amy felt the same way because I felt her tension fade away in an
instant. Our heads were resting on each other’s shoulders and we were happy.
When we both
pulled away, there was so much that we wanted to talk about, but we wondered
whether it was necessary to carry on that particular conversation. We didn’t
want to work ourselves up again. However, we both saw it in our eyes that we
both felt OK to talk about anything as we had each other for comfort.
‘Fancy a walk,’ I
said.
‘I’d like that,’
Amy said, smiling. A traumatic experience such as that has brought us closer
than ever before. What normally takes a few weeks or longer, our feelings
increased tenfold in only a few minutes. We both had each other for protection,
and that’s all we needed to know.
I knew it was
only a moment away from discussing the person who saved us. I know it’s me, but
Amy doesn’t know that, but I’m feeling more confident than ever that I will be
able to answer any question that she can ask.
We weren’t
bothered about where we were going. We let our feet lead the way. Amy took my
hand in hers. I smiled. She smiled back. We let our instincts take over and we
didn’t talk for a good while. We held hands in silence, letting ourselves be
lost in each other’s grasp. Soon, we found ourselves standing outside my house.
‘Since we’re
here,’ I said, ‘fancy coming in for a bit?’
‘You know what I
feel like doing,’ Amy said.
‘What’s that?’ I
asked.
‘I feel like just
sitting down and watching a feel-good film,’ she said, ‘if that doesn’t sound
bad after what happened.
‘Then sitting
down and watching a feel good film you shall do,’ I said, turning on the spot,
pulling out my keys from my front pocket and inserting them in the lock. I
opened the front door, and we entered the comfort of my home once more.
TO BE CONTINUED…
Thanks for reading
Antony Hudson
(TonyHadNouns)
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