His name was Tarrant, and the next day, he was heading to Indonesia for a trip. He was already late for his own going away party, as he had to pay a fine, but for some reason I couldn’t comprehend, he offered to drive me to the Underground.
“How blistered are your feet?” he asked.
I hadn’t had a look at my feet in a while, and now that I was sitting in his car, I could do so. Tarrant’s face screwed up at the sight. “How long were you walking barefoot again?” he winced.
To be honest, I didn’t think they looked too bad. Like, they weren’t mutilated and disgusting, merely filthy and tough from walking on rocky pavement for hours. The skin was almost black on my feet, but water would get that off.
Tarrant dropped something on my lap. “Buy some shoes, I’m begging you,” he said. “Before your feet are permanently ruined.”
“My feet were never lovely in the first place,” I told him. “Besides, the shops would be closed now, I wouldn’t be able to buy anything.”
“Well take it for my state of mind, alright?” said Tarrant. “Think of it this way; I would be relieved by the thought that you are at least wearing shoes on your way there, so take the money, and let me have that illusion.”
I hesitated, before finally accepting the money. “You see? I feel better already,” Tarrant said. “I can live with myself knowing I helped you.”
“I had never thought I’d see the day that someone would beg me to buy shoes,” I told him. “Normally it’s the other way around.”
He grinned. “Buy ugg boots,” he said.
I made a face. “Again, never thought I’d hear someone say that.”
Tarrant chuckled. “When you think about it, my actions are selfish, because I wouldn’t be doing this if I didn’t feel bad about not helping you, see. So its selfish of me that I’m helping you.”
“Well nothing is truly altruistic,” I pointed out. “Human beings are selfish by nature.”
“Silly human beings…” he rolled his eyes.
I giggled at that. “That’s usually what I say.”
“We think alike,” Tarrant said. “…that may not be a good thing.”
I rolled my eyes. Tarrant was nice, for a stranger. He was weird, and he thought about random things. He was practically my twin. :p
Tarrant left me at the Underground, after giving me his Facebook details so I could let him know that I was alive. I bought my ticket and got on the train, and I would’ve fallen asleep had Daniel not been there.
I managed to scramble off the train, with all my belongings in hand, and Daniel following me.
Oh, and I forgot to do a recount of thus far. Still barefoot, still homeless, still carrying iPad and books, still have five bucks, plus an additional forty from Tarrant.
“Why on Earth would he give you that much money?” Daniel asked. “Are you sure those notes aren’t laced with something?”
I was too busy braving the rocky ground to answer. “Ow, ow, ow, ow.”
“Never mind…” Daniel turned to me. “Where are we meant to go?”
Now, upon being told how I needed to catch the Chesire Train, the whole police station gasped. The Cheshire station, I was informed, was an incredibly seedy place. Not fun seedy, like my Uncle Slenderman, but bad seedy, as in Creepy Stalker Guy Seedy.
So my thoughts were wonderful after hearing this.
We walked for ten minutes, and Daniel and I were walking along the highway, looking for directions.
Then someone grabbed my shoulder.
I cried out and span around to see someone I knew very well.
He was a Delusion.
He was not Daniel.
And I hated him.
“What do you want?” I snarled.
Then I crumpled to the ground, hissing. My head was burning, and I was vaguely aware of him standing above me.
“Don’t you dare!” I heard Daniel screech. Suddenly, the pain vanished, and I was lying on the ground, disoriented.
When my sight came to, I took in the scene in front of me. Daniel was standing there, panting and in agony. “What happened?” I asked.
He grimaced. “It’s fine,” he murmured. “Perfectly fine.”
And then he fell to the ground.