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information received from several callers to emergency services, she had run a red light.
âNo, no I didnât. I was careful. I...â
âFull name please?â The officerâs badge read âConst. Johnsonâ.
âJennifer Hamil.â
Weâll need to take your statement.â
âNo, I canât. Iâll be happy to talk to you later but right now I must go. I have to be at the airport.â
Again, Jen moved from leg to leg. She had kept Orlandoâs candle alight by cupping the flame with her hand. Not an easy task to manage while smoking.
âCome and sit in the car, Miss Hamil. Itâll be cooler in there.â
âWill you take me to the airport?â
âNo.â He shook his head, uncomprehending; as though sheâd spoken in a foreign language. âWe need to take your statement.â
âNo,â Jen shot out, like a bullet.
âPlease, Miss Hamil, calm down.â
âYou donât understand. I must go now or Iâll miss my flight.â Jen leaned into Johnsonâs personal space, crossing the boundary of comfort.
âWhat time is your flight, Miss Hamil?â
âI donât know yet.â
âWhat do you mean? Do you have a ticket?â
Johnson pursed his lips and took a deep breath, then eyed her candle.
âWhatâs this about?â
Jen recognised his expression; the familiar crease in his brow. It was the same as her sisterâs face this morning; her motherâs on other occasions. Constable Johnson thought she was mad.
âYouâll have to extinguish that before you enter the vehicle.â
âItâs okay; Iâve decided I donât want to talk with you now. If you wonât take me to the airport then Iâll walk.â Maybe Iâll hitch a ride she thought, but wouldnât say this to Johnson, given it was illegal.
Another officer approached Jen and asked her to take a breathalyser test.
âThisâll only take a minute,â he reassured her.
Jen hadnât been drinking so wasnât worried.
âLet me help you with this,â Johnson said, taking hold of the candle. But Jen wouldnât let go of it.
âThis is Orlandoâs candle,â Jen spoke firmly; seriously, âit cannot be extinguished. You see, it contains his soul; his essence. I need him here with me. To help me, help me through this situation.â
âMiss Hamil, are you feeling okay?â
âIâm fine,â she replied in a raised voice. âIt would help me greatly, though, if youâd simply drive me to the airport.â
âPlease put out the candle, Miss Hamil and come to the vehicle for your statement.â
âNo.â
âMiss Hamil,â the other officer now spoke with a soothing tone, âIâm Senior Constable Skene. Constable Johnson has made a request of you and youâre not cooperating with him.â
âIâm happy to give a statement, just not now.â
âYou donât have a plane ticket, thereâs no flight to miss.â
âI have it under control.â
âHow is that, Miss Hamil?â
Jen took a deep breath. âLook, you wonât understand if I explain it to you, so Iâd rather save my breath.â
âWeâll take the statement here then. Johnson, get what you need from the car.â
The statement took too long, having to explain her situation several times. Johnson raised questions she hadnât even thought of, like was she aware she couldnât take a lit candle onto an airplane? It seemed she was the only astute person open-minded enough to understand the minds capabilities. Skene and Johnson refused to understand, when you really loved a person, anything is possible, including the soulâs capacity to make contact through the ethereal gateway provided by the light of a candle.
âI need to make a call,â Johnson said finally, and retreated to his car.
Upon return, Johnson and Skene discussed something privately, and then addressed Jen.
âMiss Hamil, itâs my assessment that youâre not rational at this time. Frankly, weâre worried about your mental health.â
Johnson put through a call to the Crisis Assessment Team, whoâd arrive shortly to assess the situation further.
âNo, please?â Jen cried, âYou said if I gave a statement I could go. Please? Orlandoâs waiting for me.â Her cupped hand came away from the candleâs flame and Jen fell to the ground dramatically. The wind snuffed the candleâs flame immediately.
Jen cried hysterically into her lap, âPlease, please just let me go.â
Johnson kneeled next to her, rubbing her back; calming her.
It was late Sunday afternoon when Gabriellaâs phone rang.
âGab, itâs Mum. Theyâve found Jen. Sheâs been in a car accident and theyâve taken her to the Alfred.â
âIs she okay?â Gab asked; her eyes moist.
âYes, fine. Just some cuts and bruises, but your carâs a write-off.â
Gab didnât know what to say. She was glad she hadnât reported her car stolen earlier. Jen was in enough trouble.
âMum, as much as I love her, Iâm frightened to have her back here. Itâs been really hard living with her lately.â
âShe wonât be back for some time.â
âWhyâs that?â
âJen refused the ambulance to the hospital. It was the CAT team who picked her up. The police at the scene had her committed against her will.â
âWhat does that mean?â
âIt means sheâll be there for at least twenty-two days, apparently. I donât know. I donât know what it means.â Gab heard the uneven breathing of her motherâs quiet crying. âIâm heading to the hospital now. Do you want me to pick you up on my way?â Mum asked.
It had been a week since the accident. Jen sat on a bed in a room she shared with several others in the hospital ward. The staff were mean, particularly the brisk older woman whoâd been Jenâs first duty nurse.
âThereâs nothing wrong with me,â Jen had explained, patiently at first. But in no time at all she found herself yelling uncontrollably.
âWhy do you think you havenât been sleeping, Jennifer?â the Doctor asked. She couldnât even pronounce his name. Jayawayawadana, or something like that.
âIâve told you over and over, Iâm sick to death of repeating myself. If I light a candle, Orlando Bloomâs presence will be near me. It gives me power and strength so that I donât need to sleep. And, it guides me to him. Now I want my fucking candle back.â
âCalm down, Jennifer...â
âJen,â she yelled, âstop calling me Jennifer and give me back my candle.â
The staff didnât listen to her. They wouldnât believe her. It was a conspiracy. Instead they tried to brainwash her into believing a ridiculous diagnosis.
âBipolar Disorder,â the doctor said.
The Lithium Carbonate theyâd prescribed made Jen feel weak and shaky. She was non-stop peeing and her stomach felt awful. Why was Gabriella perfectly fine and she the sick one?
Jen missed the presence of Orlandoâs spirit. Mum brought in her 'Orlando' movie collection and portable DVD player, but Jen wasnât allowed to burn a candle. It was another hot night but you couldnât tell that in a hospital, not with the climate control. She sat on her bed with her glossy Cosmo magazine and gently ran her fingers over Orlandoâs dark features. Iâm with you always, Orlando; my hero. Imprint
âNo, no I didnât. I was careful. I...â
âFull name please?â The officerâs badge read âConst. Johnsonâ.
âJennifer Hamil.â
Weâll need to take your statement.â
âNo, I canât. Iâll be happy to talk to you later but right now I must go. I have to be at the airport.â
Again, Jen moved from leg to leg. She had kept Orlandoâs candle alight by cupping the flame with her hand. Not an easy task to manage while smoking.
âCome and sit in the car, Miss Hamil. Itâll be cooler in there.â
âWill you take me to the airport?â
âNo.â He shook his head, uncomprehending; as though sheâd spoken in a foreign language. âWe need to take your statement.â
âNo,â Jen shot out, like a bullet.
âPlease, Miss Hamil, calm down.â
âYou donât understand. I must go now or Iâll miss my flight.â Jen leaned into Johnsonâs personal space, crossing the boundary of comfort.
âWhat time is your flight, Miss Hamil?â
âI donât know yet.â
âWhat do you mean? Do you have a ticket?â
Johnson pursed his lips and took a deep breath, then eyed her candle.
âWhatâs this about?â
Jen recognised his expression; the familiar crease in his brow. It was the same as her sisterâs face this morning; her motherâs on other occasions. Constable Johnson thought she was mad.
âYouâll have to extinguish that before you enter the vehicle.â
âItâs okay; Iâve decided I donât want to talk with you now. If you wonât take me to the airport then Iâll walk.â Maybe Iâll hitch a ride she thought, but wouldnât say this to Johnson, given it was illegal.
Another officer approached Jen and asked her to take a breathalyser test.
âThisâll only take a minute,â he reassured her.
Jen hadnât been drinking so wasnât worried.
âLet me help you with this,â Johnson said, taking hold of the candle. But Jen wouldnât let go of it.
âThis is Orlandoâs candle,â Jen spoke firmly; seriously, âit cannot be extinguished. You see, it contains his soul; his essence. I need him here with me. To help me, help me through this situation.â
âMiss Hamil, are you feeling okay?â
âIâm fine,â she replied in a raised voice. âIt would help me greatly, though, if youâd simply drive me to the airport.â
âPlease put out the candle, Miss Hamil and come to the vehicle for your statement.â
âNo.â
âMiss Hamil,â the other officer now spoke with a soothing tone, âIâm Senior Constable Skene. Constable Johnson has made a request of you and youâre not cooperating with him.â
âIâm happy to give a statement, just not now.â
âYou donât have a plane ticket, thereâs no flight to miss.â
âI have it under control.â
âHow is that, Miss Hamil?â
Jen took a deep breath. âLook, you wonât understand if I explain it to you, so Iâd rather save my breath.â
âWeâll take the statement here then. Johnson, get what you need from the car.â
The statement took too long, having to explain her situation several times. Johnson raised questions she hadnât even thought of, like was she aware she couldnât take a lit candle onto an airplane? It seemed she was the only astute person open-minded enough to understand the minds capabilities. Skene and Johnson refused to understand, when you really loved a person, anything is possible, including the soulâs capacity to make contact through the ethereal gateway provided by the light of a candle.
âI need to make a call,â Johnson said finally, and retreated to his car.
Upon return, Johnson and Skene discussed something privately, and then addressed Jen.
âMiss Hamil, itâs my assessment that youâre not rational at this time. Frankly, weâre worried about your mental health.â
Johnson put through a call to the Crisis Assessment Team, whoâd arrive shortly to assess the situation further.
âNo, please?â Jen cried, âYou said if I gave a statement I could go. Please? Orlandoâs waiting for me.â Her cupped hand came away from the candleâs flame and Jen fell to the ground dramatically. The wind snuffed the candleâs flame immediately.
Jen cried hysterically into her lap, âPlease, please just let me go.â
Johnson kneeled next to her, rubbing her back; calming her.
It was late Sunday afternoon when Gabriellaâs phone rang.
âGab, itâs Mum. Theyâve found Jen. Sheâs been in a car accident and theyâve taken her to the Alfred.â
âIs she okay?â Gab asked; her eyes moist.
âYes, fine. Just some cuts and bruises, but your carâs a write-off.â
Gab didnât know what to say. She was glad she hadnât reported her car stolen earlier. Jen was in enough trouble.
âMum, as much as I love her, Iâm frightened to have her back here. Itâs been really hard living with her lately.â
âShe wonât be back for some time.â
âWhyâs that?â
âJen refused the ambulance to the hospital. It was the CAT team who picked her up. The police at the scene had her committed against her will.â
âWhat does that mean?â
âIt means sheâll be there for at least twenty-two days, apparently. I donât know. I donât know what it means.â Gab heard the uneven breathing of her motherâs quiet crying. âIâm heading to the hospital now. Do you want me to pick you up on my way?â Mum asked.
It had been a week since the accident. Jen sat on a bed in a room she shared with several others in the hospital ward. The staff were mean, particularly the brisk older woman whoâd been Jenâs first duty nurse.
âThereâs nothing wrong with me,â Jen had explained, patiently at first. But in no time at all she found herself yelling uncontrollably.
âWhy do you think you havenât been sleeping, Jennifer?â the Doctor asked. She couldnât even pronounce his name. Jayawayawadana, or something like that.
âIâve told you over and over, Iâm sick to death of repeating myself. If I light a candle, Orlando Bloomâs presence will be near me. It gives me power and strength so that I donât need to sleep. And, it guides me to him. Now I want my fucking candle back.â
âCalm down, Jennifer...â
âJen,â she yelled, âstop calling me Jennifer and give me back my candle.â
The staff didnât listen to her. They wouldnât believe her. It was a conspiracy. Instead they tried to brainwash her into believing a ridiculous diagnosis.
âBipolar Disorder,â the doctor said.
The Lithium Carbonate theyâd prescribed made Jen feel weak and shaky. She was non-stop peeing and her stomach felt awful. Why was Gabriella perfectly fine and she the sick one?
Jen missed the presence of Orlandoâs spirit. Mum brought in her 'Orlando' movie collection and portable DVD player, but Jen wasnât allowed to burn a candle. It was another hot night but you couldnât tell that in a hospital, not with the climate control. She sat on her bed with her glossy Cosmo magazine and gently ran her fingers over Orlandoâs dark features. Iâm with you always, Orlando; my hero. Imprint
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