Blue at Midnight by S D Wile, D R Kaulder Read Free Book Online Page B

response.
    “I’m taking
things day by day and it’s working for me.” Keeping eye contact was much easier
now as I was actually telling the truth.
    As I had already
faced Jenny I felt that for today the worst was over. However, I couldn’t stop
wondering where I’d seen Christian before and why he’d interfered with my
affairs. I’m a stranger to him. Why would he care if I got excluded or not? He
barely acknowledged me at the office, only to grin at me later? What was he up
to? Realising I’d fallen into my own thoughts again I quickly snapped out of it
only to see that Claire had been speaking to me all that time.
    “Also we’ll
start discussing how you feel step by step,” she finished.
    “OK but not
right now. I will let you know when I’m ready.” What it was that I was supposed
to be ready for, I had no idea.
    “Promise me you
will come to me if you have any problems.” I have lots of problems I thought
but that didn’t mean I had to go to someone to solve them.
    “I promise I will
speak to you when I need to,” I smiled.
    Jenny and my dad
were all on the same side (against me). I had to take time out to gather my
thoughts and find a solution. If I needed to speak to someone I would speak to
Sonia as she was the only one who seemed to believe that I had actually got
caught up in an accident. At one point I was enjoying the cool ocean breeze and
the feel of the water on my feet and the next thing I was drowning in the sea.

Chapter
12

 
    When I arrived home I was surprised to see Naomi there as she was
usually at her boyfriend’s. Lately her and my dad had been getting along well,
probably because they both thought it was their duty to keep an eye on me so
that I didn’t do anything stupid. I knew there was no point in trying to speak to
them as they had shown their true colours when I was in hospital.   The only thing I could do was avoid them but
having them sitting there in the living room asking me to join them didn’t
help.  
    Carrot cake was
my favourite and my sister was slicing it when I walked in. If I turned down
their offer they would know something was wrong.
    Naomi looked
tired. I could tell she’d just got back from work as she was still in her work
attire. My dad seemed happier than usual. The image seemed quite surreal. Next
I expected my mum to waltz in like she used to, full of happiness and laughter.
That’s when it dawned on me. She wasn’t ever coming through that door or any
other door again. I sat there sipping my tea, hoping to wash down that horrible
feeling of loss.
    “How was your
day?” Naomi asked.
    “Fine,” I
coughed. “Bumped into Jenny Summers,” I blurted out, whilst glaring at my dad
who I knew had spoken to Jenny’s dad. I knew the both of them had come up with
the assumption that I had attempted suicide.
    “What did she say?”
      “Oh the usual. That I
have a mental problem and I’m crazy.” Anger was starting to fuel inside me from
the sense of betrayal. My own family had believed an outsider over me. I knew
they expected me to be ashamed of my actions and admit that I tried to end my
life.
    The silence was
bitter. No one had spoken after my comment.
    “She’s got
nothing better to do I suppose,” chuckled Naomi.
    “Yeah, you know
what teenagers can be like,” interjected my dad after a deep sigh.
    “Well I’ve made
you an appointment with Dr Mathews,” informed my dad.
    “Who’s Dr
Mathews?” I asked.
    “He’s a
psychologist. He’s very well known, I kn ...”
    “Wait, who said
I need to see a psychologist?” I interrupted angrily. “And who told you to make
me an appointment?”
    “Izzie!” snapped
Naomi.
    “I don’t care.
I’ve had enough and you can stuff your cake!” Tempted to throw it across the
room, I slammed the cake on the table and stormed upstairs, locking myself in
my bedroom.
    “Your
appointment is Saturday at 11a.m.,” shouted my dad, from the bottom of the
stairs, completely oblivious to my