The Lost Boys

You know what! That's it, this traffic isn't moving anyway and I don't need you to tell me what to do, Vic" I say unbuckling my belt and opening the passenger door. "So thanks for the ride, but I'd rather walk." Before he even has time to respond I get out and slam the door shut, then I get passed the stalling traffic to the sidewalk while searching my bag for some tissues to hold to my bleeding nostrils.

Good thing he can't just abandon his car in the middle of the road or else he would have followed me. It is only a couple of blocks to the studio so I decide to walk the rest of the way. When recording, we work practically 24/7 so although it is evening there is nearly the whole crew present.

When I enter the studio the bleeding has stopped and I greet the girls at the front desk. They look at me weirdly but I think nothing of it. I walk down to studio3 and open the door, Feldy turns around and raises his eyebrows in surprise. Then he scratches his neck. "Uh, uhm, Mel, what are you doing here? I told you to go home and get better before you start working here again."

I take a sharp breath in, wow that sounds bad, am I fired? I clear my throat and try to sound happy. "But Feldy, I AM feeling better. That's why I'm here, now let's get back to work."
I rub my hands and walk past him to sit down at the mixing console. I look at all the levers and buttons and monitors and my mind is blank. I realise I don't know what this is, I don't know what all these switches do. I panic and close my eyes and press my hands to my temples.

No, no, no! Why? Why is this happening to me? I start to cry and get up. I can't take it anymore. I can't take all these sorry glances, this pity on their faces. I run past Feldy and the girls and out the door onto the street. The tears that still run down my cheeks mingle with the drizzle of rain and make it harder to see. I walk to the next corner because I can't run anymore and get on the bus number 240.

I sit down and look out of the window while I try to calm down a bit. I get lost in my thoughts. I sigh deeply when I realise there is no point in running away from the truth. I will have to see a doctor and face whatever fate has in stall for me.

My tears start falling again and I silently cry as I slowly move through the darkening city. I watch the people rushing along the streets they all have their places to go, maybe somebody to come home to, somebody who cares for them. Do I have that? I can't remember.

It suddenly occurs to me that I don't remember where to get off the bus, where do I live, what's my street called, what does my house look like? I start to tremble with fear and desperation, will I be lost in New York never finding my way home, I decide to get off the bus at the next stop, I have the feeling it could be right.

When I stand on the now completely dark street I look up and down to find something familiar, something that would trigger my memory, there is a house on the block that looks familiar and I walk towards it. Before I can reach it, the door opens and a man leaves the building.
He is tall and lanky, with short dark hair and dark clothes, he wears a hoodie and skinny jeans, but it can see that his neck and his hands are tattooed and he probably has many more under his clothes.

He notices me approaching and turns to walk towards me, I move to the side to walk past him when he grabs my wrist and pulls me into a hug. "Oh my god, Mel. There you are. I was so worried about you."

Notes

Okay, it's two short chapters but it's kind of a build up so don't kill me, we're going there I promise. :)