Friday, 6 July 2012

Cravings IV (Josh)


IV

            “His attitude has changed a lot,” Josh said as he and Paige followed the boy down the stairwell to the ground floor of the hospital, “what happened to him?”

            “We saw something,” Paige said nervously, “I’m not sure what, exactly, but since then Charlie has been acting differently.  He doesn’t seem scared at all.  I don’t really understand it.”

            “What about you?  Are you still scared?” Josh asked as he turned to head down the next flight of steps.

            Paige paused and it was a moment before he realised that she was a few steps behind him.  He stopped and looked up at her.  Her eyes were shimmering and her look was almost pleading.

            “Of course I’m scared, Josh,” she said eventually, “this is madness.  I have no idea what’s going on.  I’ve seen monsters, ghosts, visions of the past.  It’s crazy stuff and I’m not really sure how much more of it I can take.”  She closed her eyes and Josh watched as a tear ran down her cheek.

            They stood in silence for a moment and then Paige opened her eyes again and dabbed at them with her sleeve.

            “I just want to wake up and find that everything is back to normal.  I just want… I want to see David again.”

            “Whatever is going on, it can’t last forever,” Josh replied, trying to seem more confident than he really was.  In truth, he understood exactly how Paige felt.  He didn’t want to tell Paige about what had happened to him for fear that talking about it would solidify it into something he couldn’t escape from.  All he could think of was that if they kept moving maybe everything would eventually return to normal and start making sense again.  “C’mon,” he said, “we better catch up with Charlie.”

Paige nodded and Josh turned around, waiting for her to catch up to him before continuing their descent.  He took his time, as if he didn’t really care that they were leaving the hospital.  It was a struggle, as his feet seemed desperate to run and his hands wanted to rip into the banister, but he realised that he couldn’t show those feelings, not in front of Paige and even less so in front of Charlie when they eventually reached him.  It occurred to him that part of surviving the night might just be in pretending it didn’t scare him.  They had to keep their hopes up and if it took a lie to do that, then so be it.

He gave Paige a sideways glance, a little half-smile and then they pushed through the stairwell doors into reception.

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