Visitor from Last Night

Chapter 1

Alicia

I heard a familiar voice on my phone which told me that it was already time to wake up. I got out of my duvet and saw the sunlight which was coming into my room. I looked at my phone, and it was already 9 in the morning.

Last night I had a crazy nightmare. It all felt so surreal that even thinking about it sent chills through my body and I made a vow with myself that I would never ever watch horror movies at night again, at least not alone.

It has been two years since I have been living alone, so I thought that maybe now I am strong enough to handle myself, yet when I watched some horror movies, I needed someone who would protect me from ugly ghosts. I sighed on my thoughts.

Now that I think about what I saw. After talking to my friend, I went to sleep when I heard some gunshots, and I was so scared that I covered myself with a blanket and then around midnight only I heard some knocks on my door which were like the person would wreck my door to enter my house. I was so scared to open the door, but when voices started, I became more scared and, at last, I opened the door and, after opening it, I saw a person come inside the room and ordered me to close the door and I did as he said. But then he fell asleep on my worn out furniture.

This is some crazy dream.

It was just a nightmare which will never ever come true. Right? I nodded. I go towards the window and take in the fresh smell and I guess it really rained heavily last night. I went towards my small kitchen and made breakfast myself. It was nothing compared to the food that I used to eat. Alicia, do you really have to think about them? They have already disowned you. I sighed. My brain was right. When they don't want to keep any kind of relationship with me, then who am I to keep those relations?

I was eating cereal for breakfast. My phone rang. I picked it up by putting on the earphones.

"Good Morning Alicia." Sam said.

"Good morning Sam." I said and she chuckled.

"Are you coming for the shopping?" she said, and I was thinking about it. When had she asked me about it?

"When did you ask me about it?" I asked her.

"Do you have amnesia?" She said.

"No, I don't have any kind or any type of amnesia," I said.

"I asked you last night only." She said, and I recall midnight but the conversation between me and her, wasn't it a dream? Carrying this thought, I walked towards the hall.

"Are you there?" She asked and I nodded and mentally slapped myself.

"I am." I said. The scenario in front of me made me freeze on my spot. I gulped in nervousness.

"Alicia," Sam said.

"Alicia." She called me again, but I was too shocked to say a word to her.

"ALICIA NELSON, ARE YOU ALIVE OR ALREADY MET YOUR DEATH?" Sam gritted and I came back from my shock.

"Yeah...uh" I said and was still confused.

"Are you coming or not?" She asked.

"No. I can't come. I remember that I have work to complete," I said.

"Can't you give this simple answer earlier?" She asked.

"I am sorry about that," I said, and she sighed at the other side of the phone.

"Are you drunk early in the morning?" She asked.

"Hell no. I don't even touch them. How could you think so low of me?" I asked, and she chuckled.

"I know you would never drink, but it looks like you are drunk today. I guess you had hit your head somewhere. You take care of yourself. I will call you later." She said.

"Hey, I haven't hit my head anywhere." I said, but I realized that she had already hung up the phone.

I pulled off my earphones and was still processing how my nightmare could come true. I opened the door and saw the road was still wet. So I guess, indeed, last night heavy rain took place. So all the things that happened last night were true and the feeling which was surreal was real. How stupid am I? I let a stranger inside my house without any information. I closed the door and looked at the person who was too long to sleep on that small sofa. I am scared that he will break it off.

I went towards him and sat opposite him and was observing him. He had a great jawline and his jet black hair. His body was quite tanned. His body was built up even though he was wearing a business suit. I could sense that he had a great build up.

I got my thoughts on those books in which a stranger meets a lonely girl, and they fall in love very soon. And live happily ever after.

I looked at him and thought, would he be rude and arrogant just like handsome guys mentioned in the books? I don't know why I am saying this. But a coin has two faces, so maybe what I am thinking is totally the opposite.

But why do I have to think so much about a person whom I met at midnight? Why should I keep my hope up that he is very nice?

I looked at him and looked away.

"Alicia, see how handsome he is? I think he is a nice person, unlike you who doesn't even know how to take care of me." My brain screamed at me.

"Uh huh I thought you were supposed to save me, but it looks like I have to take responsibility for a brain who is such a kid." I said and laughed mentally at the brain.

"I am not a child. But just see how handsome he is?" My brain said.

"I agree he is handsome, but he is a stranger and being a stranger means that I don't know anything about him. So I can just compliment him. I don't want to keep my hopes high when I know they will be broken when the truth comes in front of me." I literally shouted at my brain and it sighed.

"Why don't you give relationships a chance anymore?" I asked.

"I know, you know the reason very well and, if not, then don't bother me once again," I said and, it sighed.

I know this is not good. But why should I keep my hopes up to get into a happy relationship when I know that in the end I will be heartbroken and will not be able to take that pain in my heart? The pain which I had been carrying for the last 2 years is still not fully healed. Maybe a bit of it has been healed. Sometimes it becomes my nightmare and I wake up in the night trembling. Which I know is not at all good. I want to forget that, but unknowingly, I don't know why I can't let them drive away.

There are many phases of life and many pains one endures, and among those most of us experienced being betrayed by the people whom they have kept near their heart, and I am no exception, it is just that, that person was someone whom I looked up to. I so badly wanted to cry, but the situation was right for me to cry and I shook my head. I have to be strong.

"Alicia, you are strong" I said to myself, and looked at the person. I looked over my watch and it was almost 10. Should I wake him up? I asked myself. My half of the part was encouraging, but the rest was discouraging. I was hell confused about what I should do and what I should not. My heart was throbbing. I was really scared of waking him up. So I let the discouraging part win as I felt he might not like it when I wake him up.

"Umm....." I heard a loud yet soft voice, and surely it wasn't me.

I looked at the stranger. He was moving now. My heart started to beat fast in fear. What is he going to do? I wished that he wouldn’t be like the one whom I am thinking he might be or else, please don't let him wake up now and I prayed on the latter on. But my wish wasn’t granted. I looked around and tried to get a hold of something so that I could fight back.

His eyes were already opened. His eyes were piercing blue. He looked around. After examining my old lame house, his eyes fell on me and after a few seconds he sat up straight and was still looking at me.

"Who are you?" He asked.

"It should be me who should ask you who you are, as this is my house." I told him and put my fist under my chin. He looked at me.

"First answer me. I asked you first." He said and I sighed. I don't know how he is, but I am sure he is stubborn and authoritative too.

"Alicia Nelson, as well as the owner of this house." I said, and he again looked at the house and then looked at me.

"I am Brandon Wilson." He said and somewhat that name ringed in my mind, but I couldn’t really pinpoint where I heard that.