Dream Story - Part 8

Today Missy invited me out to her local cafe. We were just drinking some hot cocoa when a rival gang member came storming in and shot down her brother. He died in her arms.
"No, Angelo!" she cried.
I was petrified of what he was going to do next. He just left. We were stuck there. Missy was screaming. I hugged her. Soon the ambulance and the police arrived. They were too late.
We were sent to the hospital to be checked out for shock. This was another place I was in too often at the moment. My parents arrived. Rushing in too see me.
"Minny! Oh god, we were so worried! They wouldn't say who was shot. Just that it was in the cafe!" Mum grabbed my head and kissed my forehead way too many times!
"You shall never see that girl ever again. She is the real trouble around here. We should have known someone in a gang would be a lot more dangerous than that boy you were seeing.
"NO! You can't keep taking people out of my life like that! It's not fair Dad! Mum?!" I looked pleadingly at them, I was getting desperate.
"Alright. You can see that boy again if you stop seeing this Missy person," Dad looked really stern, I couldn't change his opinion.
"His name is Freddy Dad, Thank you!" I hugged his waist from the bed.
I was being kept in that night so they could keep up surveillance on me since they thought I was suffering from shock.
The next day they had done some tests on me because they thought something was wrong. So did I. I had diabetes. I had collapsed in the night. They had to put me on a drip feeding sugar into my body. Since that guy had ran into the cafe and shot Missy's brother I had not managed to have anything to eat for tea and forgot to tell anyone.
I had a whole new diet plan set out to me by the doctors. I had to take jabs of adrenalin at meal times. My whole world was turned upside down. I loved food. I enjoyed eating it. I had taken for granted that I could eat what I want, any time I want. Now I had to have constant snacks to keep my sugar levels up. I put on weight eating ice-cream and stuff. Thankfully Freddy still loved me for who I was.
"Babe, you were already tiny, I don't care if you put on a dress size!"
Aw, wasn't he sweet?!
"I love you for who you are!"
"Me too babe," we had a little kiss.
I updated Rog with all the latest gossip from my life. It was very dramatic at the moment.
"Me and Oscar have got a car!" he squealed, "We put our money together and got a pink convertible! How glorious, darling!"
"Wow! Can I have a ride in it sometime?" I was excited too, it was infectious.
"Anything for you babe. Then you can come back to mine for a very well sugar balanced, lovely meal. How does baked beans on toast sound?"
"Great!"
I sat with Oscar and Roger and it was like Will and Grace but they were both actually gay. They were very funny. They were trying to cheer me up about my new diet. They asked me about the adrenalin I had to take. I laughed so hard all day. It was the best day. I had so much fun. Their car was fab. Their license plate had p00f on it. That made me crack up even more.