28th February 2003
I've ****ed up. I don't know how bad yet, but i've ****ed up.
I was still pretty banged up during the week there, my ribs in particular were (are) extremely sore, but i basically just had to soldier on with being alive. It's kinda hard though when every move you make makes you want to wince in agony, but all told, i was doing a pretty good job of keeping it hidden and not letting people touch me. My shoulder actually isn't too bad now, (i'm gonna have a heck of a scar though) so apart from my ribs, i'm pretty much ok.
However, during the week there i was up in our studio in university trying to get a bit of work done by myself (at least when i'm on my own, i don't have to pretend i'm not in pain). So i'd gotten a bit of work done and was going down to the lounge for a cup of coffee when i noticed her in front of me, about to go into the lift. I paused and was about to say something suitably arrogant and well.....male, (in keeping with my 'lad' persona) but just as i was about to open my mouth, the stack of books she was cradling in her arms began to slip. Added to this, the door she had just come through swung back and smacked her in the rear. I had instinctively reached forward to stop her books from falling (despite how i act, i'm really not that bad a guy) but the door pushed her from behind and she staggered forward and would have fallen, but for the fact that she clutched at me and grabbed onto me to right herself. Physical contact with another human being is something i've been trying to avoid for the past week, so when she put her hands right. on. my. chest. i couldn't help but make a sound which sounded as though i was in immense pain. Which i was. Let me tell you by the way, this really was quite sore. Moving in itself is painful, but a seven and a half stone girl leaning all her weight on my cracked ribs.....
Anyway, i groaned and recoiled, grabbing at my chest and making (i imagine) suitably painful facial expressions. To add insult to injury, when she held onto me, she had pulled my t-shirt in such a way as to expose the bandage around my shoulder. I sagged against the wall (yes, it was that painful) feeling like i'd just run a marathon. My chest was on fire - and the pain was, quite frankly, overwhelming. I leaned there for no more than a second, if that, but it was one of those rare moments when everything seems to slow down, and you become aware of everything going on around you. Hell song was playing on the radio, the department secretary was typing on her keyboard in her office, a couple of the lecturers were having a meeting in one of the other offices, and she smelled of strawberries. Like i said, it took less than a second for the pain to subside, and, as if i was waking up, i became aware of her just looking at me. She didn't look horrified, or concerned, she just had this weird expression.... almost a calculating look. Her gaze travelled from my shoulder ( i pulled my t-shirt up onto my shoulder) and across my chest ( i took my hand away from my chest) before looking at me directly. My breath was coming back and i was about to say something when she spoke 'Been through the wars have we?' Then she gave another strange look. A shared secret look. The kind of look you would give someone when they've told you something very personal to them and the two of you know that whats been said can never been taken back. It threw me. Then she walked past me and into the lift.
That look..... That look worries me. It feels like a sort of 'i know something about you now' look.
You're probably asking yourself why would i get so worried over something like this. So she saw my bandages and discomfort at being touched in the chest. So what? Well, the thing is, that isn't the only thing thats happened this week.
That happened on the Tuesday. Wednesday, we have class til two. Urban Planning and Management. It can be interesting at times, but i just couldn't focus at all. My ribs were really killing me, and i was acutely aware that she was sneaking glances at me, trying to catch my eye. It was one of those times when you don't feel quite with it. The lecturer had long since been reduced to background fizzle by the waves of pain swamping my body and my own thoughts. The longer i sat there, the more aware i was of the pain, and of her, sneaking looks every now and again. It reminded me of the last class of the last day of term back in school. Everyone would be fidgiting, looking at the clock, not really paying attention to anything the teacher says. As the seconds tick away, the tension becomes palpable until someone breaks the silence by....doing whatever.
Class finishes at two, but at around quarter past one i decided i'd had enough, packed my stuff away, and left. I began to walk into town, lost in my own little world of myriad thoughts (and pain). I walked into town, without even really noticing where i was going or what was around me. I was, in effect, on autopilot. I snapped to attention when i heard a yell ahead of me. As I looked up, i realised that i'd walked right through the city centre to a part of town known as th cathedral quarter. This part of town is slated for a major urban regeneration program, and at the minute is quite dingy and dismal. Its the part of town where junkies, alchoholics and glue-sniffers go to hang. Crime is a major problem in this part of the city. Offices burgaled, shops ransacked, assualt etc. The art college is based there, but normally students stick to the main streets when getting from there to the rest of the city centre. Unfortunately, someone had decided to take a shortcut through the back streets. I looked up to see two guys grabbing at a younger guy (heck barely more than a kid). The kid was carrying one of those huge leather art portfolios and looked like a typical art student. Slightly punk/skater, he had the whole 'alternative' thing going on. I hoped someone would hear the yell and come for help. I really didn't think i was capable of helping. My ribs were grinding away at each other and i just felt abysmal. Besides, it was daytime, someone was bound to be around who could help. I waited, but still no-one came. One of the two guys was holding the kid, while the other went through his pockets, and was about to open the portfolio. Again, the kid yelled, then he spotted me and called out again. I shook my head, resigning myself to my duty, and charged in. The two guys were junkies, and i felled them in a matter of seconds. Nothing too fancy, just a roundhouse kick and a jab to the solar plexus respectively. Immediately after, i collapsed against the wall, grabbing at my chest. My ribs felt like they were going to pop through my chest, and any adrenaline rush i'd gotten to lessen the pain was fading rapidly. I stood there, my breath coming in raggedy bursts, and it was a full minute (at least) before i was able to tell the kid to go. He left, and i sank to the ground, sitting in a puddle of rainwater than had collected at the bottom of the wall of the alley. I closed my eyes and tried willing the pain to go away. No dice. I opened my eyes when i became aware of movement near me. I thought it was the two guys coming round. I looked up and found myself staring into the eyes of her. I stumbled to my feet, faintly aware that she was talking, but i honestly have no idea what she was saying, the pain was just too much. Amid her protests i walked away, hurridly. After considering for a second, i started to run.
I didn't go into class at all on Thursday.
So there we have it. I've ****ed up. It just remains to be seen what, (if any) conclusions she makes from all this.
****.