I ran for 30 minutes not caring about about the people around me. I hear people calling my name, but I didn't look back. I couldn't. I'm worthless, and a failure. The cold air filled my throat, and burned, the longer I ran. My breaths were heavy, and loud.
I slowed down when I approached the apartment building. Softly and quickly I walked to the door. I knocked, and waited, and waited, and waited. It felt like hours where ticking by, my anxiety has shot up to the moon, and I'm in my fifth attack.
Finally Beth opened the door with her hair in a messy bun, hair falling out, held in with a pencil. She was wearing sweat pants, and a raggy old t-shit. She looked at me confused, and shocked; worried like. Before she could even ask what was wrong, I broke. I let out a wail, and started to cry in to my hands. She quickly took me in to her arms and brought me in.
She sat me down on the couch, and sat there as I talked, and explained. I told her how I was so excited, and how much this meant to me. I told her about Lilly. How Harry finally came out, how we pushed our way to the front of the line. How I tripped and took Harry down with me. I told her how there was a gash in his jar, a good 3 inches wide. How I just stood there, and how everyone stared at me. "He was going to yell at me Beth! I had to run, I had to! I can't believe it, everything is ruined!" I sobbed.
She placed her hand on my shoulder and gave me a reassuring pat. "And I suppose you think this is your fault?" She asked. "Of course it is! Who else's would it be!" I've ruined everything, including his perfect face that has kept me strong for so long. "Sweetie, no it's not! I mean there where tons of girls there, how where you suppose to know you where going to trip! I mean come on, it was an accident; and if he can't see that, then he's not as great as you think he is."
I pondered about what she said. Yeah. She's right, it's not my fault. All I did was merely trip, and tried to gain stability. "You're right," I admitted. "But I still feel like shit." She nodded her head. " well you did just put a gash into a pop stars picture-perfect face," she joked. She got up to go get some hot coco.
I pulled my phone out of my back pocket, and saw that I had 43 missed calls from Em, and about a billion texts from her. I sighed and called back.
"I know I'm really sorry, I just couldn't stay there any longer. I'm so sorry, I should of stayed with you." I blurted out, fast.
"Woah, Destiny calm down, it's okay. Lilly's with me, so I'm okay. I'm just happy you're okay. Where are you?"
"Beth's, I meet you guys at the coffee bean on lower st. In fifteen minutes. Lilly should know where that is." I told her. She agreed an we hung up the phone. I sat with Beth for a bit longer an had coco, until I decides I should get going. "Bye Beth, see you tomorrow."
My nerves where through the roof, unlike how it usually is. That's why I went outside to see some fans. I thought it would calm me down a bit. Well that was a back fire.
I couldn't believe that some bitch actually took me to the ground. I smacked my jaw hard on the cement. The pain wasn't bad until I stood up and everything sunk in. I looked over to the girl who fell; her. She was so shocked, and worried. I saw she has a couple scraps on her chin, but nothing that bad.
She was so innocent, I could see her thoughts floating around us; the unspoken words between us that needed to be said. But all of it stopped when the body guard yelled something. I saw her look towards someone, so I took that time to look for a place I can slip out of so I can't talk to her.
Nothing. No space, but I did see her bag, I grabbed it before I was pushed any further. I tried to yell for her, but the crowd was too loud, and my jaw hurt, so I suppose it looked like I was mad, and I guess I was. Despite that, she ran away, I tried to yell louder, but nothing yelled. That's when I saw some girls calling after her.
That's her name. I called after the two girls, who soon turned around and slowly walked towards me. Once they finally got through the crowd, and passed they gates, I had explained to the how I have her purse, but how I wanted to meet her, so I could apologize. "I want to tell her I'm not mad, even of it looked like it," I paused. "I just want to meet her."