Chapter 159 : Kidnapped

Two days later I was sat next to Emmet in his Nissan note and we were making are way back to apple gate house. I was to be tried out on green 20 minute observations to try and get some of my independence back and let me become a bit more my own person again. It was also my 16^th birthday, a date I had been trying to keep as quiet and out of the spot light as I could manage. My self-surviving and growing another year in my eyes was nothing to celebrate. In fact I had never intended to make 16 at all; getting there was just another one of my failures in a long line.

“So how come you haven’t said anything then?” Emmet asked a smile on his lips, he looked suspicious.

 “About what?” I asked looking out the window of the car at the white lines of the road rushing past me until I felt thoroughly sick. I had been used to walking up these streets. I had a hundred times before and now they whizzed past me in a blur making me nauseous. I was fading fast from the world.

“Sweet 16 hay,” Emmet remarked, the side of his lips twisting up into an off grin.

 My insides went cold; of course the staff where going to know it was my birthday my date of birth was plastered over every one of the white boards in every office. I sighed; it looked like I wasn’t going to be able to wish it all away after all.

 “I don’t what to think about it OK Emmet, trust me another year older is nothing to celebrate,” I moaned.

 “But birthdays are great,” Emmet insisted. “It gives us all an excuse to eat too much cake,” I raised my eye brows and turned to look at him in disgust.

 “Fair enough,” Emmet chuckled at seeing my disgusted look. “I take it not everyone has as much passion for cake as I do but still that isn’t a reason not to do something, look at it this way, it is another year you can hold your head up high and say, I survived all this shit,”

 “You could also see it as another year where I have made absolutely no achievement, got kicked out my foster home got sectioned into a mental hospital and still failed to kill myself, forgive me if I don’t feel like celebrating that.” I retorted still looking out of the window but this time at the other people who walked past on the street. There was so many of them, all of them going somewhere different then where I was, they all had different friends different family’s different homes and I had nothing but my NHS room in a hospital ward, and he wanted me to celebrate being alive for 16 years? Were had I got to? What had I achieved? Why was I still here?

 “Umm Emmet,” I said surprised as he drove right past the big metal gates of apple gate house and on up the road. “You realize you just drove right past the unit.” I said for the first time turning away from the window to look at him.

 “Oh yeah I forgot to mention.” Emmet said the touch of a smile on his lips again as he continued to look forward at the road. “I’m kidnapping you.”