Worried

September 24, 2009 Charlotte
Tags: alcohol, daniel, death, funeral, worry

I’m a little worried. But you’d probably figured that out already! Hence the whole “up at silly o’ clock” thing!

I’m still fretting a bit about the Jack incident, but I’m also worrying a bit about Daniel now. I’ve heard nothing from him. It’s not like him to ignore texts and calls – he normally replies pretty much immediately. (On a side note, this was one of the reasons Suze was worried about him – his “eagerness”. I actually quite like getting replies straight away!)

On the off chance, I went around to his place earlier. I knocked on the door and there was no answer. I tried again and this time a tired-looking guy opened the door in a dressing-gown and looked at me through squinted eyes. I guessed this must be Mark, from what Daniel had said in the past.

“Alright?” he said morosely.

“Hey,” I said, trying to be cheery but there was something about this guy that made me feel a bit uncomfortable. Perhaps it was the fact it didnt look like he had anything on under his robe! “Is Daniel in?”

“Dan?” he said, pulling a cigarette from one of the robe’s pockets and lighting it. “Nah. He ain’t been here for a little while.”

Right, the funeral. He must be staying with his family. But why wouldn’t he reply?

I thanked Mark and headed back home, then tried calling him again. Straight to answerphone.

Where is he? I hope he’s all right and grief didn’t make him do anything stupid.

Should I have gone with him, I wonder?Hm, probably not the ideal circumstances to meet the family, but maybe he could have done with someone there.

I don’t know! I guess I’ll just have to wait it out!

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