• I ran down to the front door of his house with tears streaming down my face. I practically jumped through the glass door and fell face first onto the wooden floor. In that room where a grand piano had once been was a certain emptiness that gave me a feeling of disappointment. The whole room had been cleared of everything. There was no white leather sofa in the middle of the room or a plasma screen TV on the wall. There weren’t even any lighting fixtures. I really did feel as if this past 5 months had been a dream.
    I walked out the door and walked slowly back down the street to my house. I walked through my front door as quietly as I could. Hopefully my mum and dad wouldn’t hear me. I climbed up the stairs as quietly as possible trying to miss out all of the creaky steps and clambered into my bed. I wrapped the duvet around me and curled up in a ball with my head lying against the pillow.
    I dreamed of him that night but in this dream I was looking for him in a huge city and it looked like I was searching in the town centre but it didn’t look anything like New Orleans, which was the only city I had actually been in. I saw tall buildings and small buildings and recognized the city as New York from all of the posters.
    I woke with a start and knew that I had to get to New York so I packed a bag and got all my stuff together, including my passport, and walked out the front door. As I walked out of the door I caught a glimpse of the clock in the living room. It read 5:00am so I was fine for time my mum and dad wouldn’t know I had even been here because they had brought all my clothes and wash things to the hospital for me. I ran down the street into the town centre and eventually found a cab willing to take me to the Airport.
    “That’ll be $15,” he said in a voice that frightened me.
    “Thanks,” I said as I handed over the money.
    I jumped out of the cab and almost fell over the curb in the process. I ran into the airport and up to the desk.
    “Can I have a ticket to New York?” I asked the receptionist.
    “$350 please, “she said in a friendly voice.
    “Thanks,” I said as I handed over the money from my wallet.
    I walked to the check-in desk and showed them my ticket. They let me pass and I put my luggage on the luggage belt and I walked to the airplane. I sat in my given seat beside the window and before I knew it we were flying. A while later I heard an air hostess coming round with a trolley of food. She came to my seat and offered me a drink. I pushed it away and stared out of the window.
    I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I knew I was with him but only this time he was dying and I couldn’t do anything to help him or stop the blood from flowing from his head. There was a pool of a deep shade of red on the floor beside him and there was a shadow standing beside him with a sharp object in its hands. I tried to turn around but when I did there was no-one there.
    I woke up at that point and realized that the plane had landed. I couldn’t move I was so scared that that was going to happen to him. It was like a nightmare that might actually come true. It was a much worse feeling than waking up with strange faces surrounding me. I quickly got off the plane and collected my luggage and left the airport. In walked around the strange city for about 4 hours and eventually found a hotel with vacancy.
    “Hi, can I have a room for one please,” I asked shyly but politely.
    “$95 please,” replied the equally polite voice.
    “Thanks,” I replied in the same polite voice as yet again I handed over the money.
    I didn’t think how I was going to get food from the $145 I had left. I opened the door to my room and put my bag of clothes in the bathroom along with my wash things. I had a shower, after all I hadn’t had a wash in what seemed like forever, and brushed my teeth. I changed into something a little more comfortable and actually knew what I was putting on this time. I looked at my watch that read 12:00pm. I decided that I was going to go and look for him everywhere and if I couldn’t find him I was going to rent a car and see if I could find him just outside New York. My nightmare had to come true even if I didn’t want it to. I was going to find him. Even if it meant finding him dying hopefully I would get to say what I needed to say to him.
    I walked out the hotel room, locking the door behind me, and took the elevator down to the bottom floor. I walked out of the automatic doors and into the big city. I began by looking in the mall calling his name every two minutes just to make sure that if he was there he would be able to hear me.
    “James, James, James,” I cried his name in a state of worry so that some of the shoppers turned around and looked at me with strange expressions on their faces. Some of them muttered things under their breath.