I arrived at Amy’s house in good time. I rang the doorbell. The
door had cloudy glass in the middle, which allowed me to see inside the house,
but all images were completely blurry so all I was able to make out were the
movements of objects, not the objects themselves. I saw someone descend the
stairs before opening the front door. Amy stood before me, smiling.
‘Morning,’ Amy said, letting me
in. I stood insider her hallway and when Amy had shut the front door, I noticed
something different about Amy’s appearance.
‘Did you get any
sleep, last night?’ I asked sounding rather worried. She had bloodshot eyes
with massive bags underneath. She was wearing the same clothes as she did
yesterday and her voice sounded strained due to being up for many hours without
even a nap.
‘I never had the
chance to,’ she said. All her energy was being used to keep her standing
upright so she wasn’t her cheerful-self, however she did manage to muster a
smile and be delighted at the fact I was now in her company. The more I study
her tiredness, the more curious I become as to what that thing could be. I would
guess that the amount of tiredness would correspond to the largeness of that
thing is. And from what Amy looks like, that thing must be pretty impressive to
say the least.
‘Are you sure
you’re going to be alright?’ I asked.
‘Yeah, yeah,’ Amy
said, shrugging as if to say she stays up all night on a regular basis. She
walked passed me and headed upstairs.
‘You gonna follow
me,’ she said.
‘Er…’ I said. I
wasn’t expecting to go upstairs.
‘Are you honestly
thinking that,’ she said, looking at me with a ‘are you serious,’ look.
‘No,’ I said
quickly before following her up the stairs. ‘I was just a bit surprised that I
was going up your stairs before you go up mine, that’s all.’
‘You’re making it
worse, you know that,’ she said in such a way that basically told me to stop
talking.
‘I know,’ I said
as if I knew that I had better stop talking until spoken to.
‘And this,’ Amy said,
opening her bedroom door, revealing her room, ‘is my palace.’ Her room was
incredibly neatly organized. My room was organised well so that I would be able
to find everything with ease whenever I need it, but compared to Amy’s room, my
room looks as if a tornado went through it and didn’t look back. Her clothes
were very nicely folded on top of her chair ready to be put into her wardrobe.
Her bedside cabinet had only the essentials: An alarm clock, a picture that was
turned at a precise angle that I couldn’t see it upon walking in but would if I
was lying in bed, and a box that had many sequins all over making it sparkle in
the room’s light. Amy’s wall opposite her bed was where the computer sat. Her
desk was the messiest place in the entire room; evidence of her working all
night on something. Her screen had gone to sleep so I couldn’t see what was on
until she tapped the mouse gently, waking it up and revealing to me what all
the fuss was about.
‘Behold,’ she
said as epic as she could muster as the screen came on. Her screen was cluttered
with many windows, all dotted about, but somehow was rearranged in such a way
that all the necessary information needed was easily visible and readable. A
Word document that sat in the right hand corner of the screen had many notes
organised with bullet points and the window directly opposite contained the
webpage that explained something that took me by surprise. The website was
about the, and I quote, ‘amazing hero that appeared out of nowhere, selflessly
putting his life on the line, quite literally, to stop a seemingly unstoppable
train that had defeated so many of the police’s resources.’
I had no clue
that Amy was this interested in him. In me. I thought, that during the time we
were having our dance off, she was slowly forgetting what happened yesterday,
but in actuality her thoughts of him – of me – were growing stronger and
stronger, only to be finally let loose all throughout last night. I didn’t know
what to say. I didn’t want to say anything that would mean that Amy was acting
smartly to research him/me, and I didn’t want to say anything that would
encourage her to carry on.
But hang on, I
only performed two acts of saving people. One being the runaway train and the
other at the shopping centre, both were yesterday, so how on Earth all this information
was able to be collected and be organised into, what appears to be, many
websites. I think, the best way to go about this is being as curious as Amy is
for I want to get some answers to some things that I should know. How do I not
know the answers to some things when it was clearly me being the one answering
everything that I’m going to be finding out today?
It was at that
point the size of the lightbulb or realisation that illuminated in my head grew
so bright that I could barely think properly.
‘According to
this,’ I said aloud to Amy ‘he has saved over five hundred people from a
massive office block fire.’ I looked at the date and saw that it was last year
on this very day to be exact.
‘And that’s not
all,’ Amy said, taking control of the mouse once more. ‘He has popped up all
over the world, saving people left, right and centre. He is an incredible human
being. There’s one website that goes into the science behind his amazing
powers. Obviously everything that is written on that website is one-hundred
percent theoretical, but there is some truth behind some concepts that makes it
rather believable…’
Oh, Sebastian,
what have you gotten yourself into?
TO BE CONTINUED…
Thanks for reading
Antony Hudson
(TonyHadNouns)
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