My Fated Stalker

Friday Nights are the only things I look forward to. Take tonight for an example, being able to unwind after a stressful week in one of the most popular clubs in the city. My friends and I are having fun, getting drunk, dance and some are already taken to a room ;) . After taking one more shot, I decide to return to the dance floor feeling the music the DJ is playing. My long straight black hair is tied in a high pony tail, my gold short dress is showing so much skin it leaves you little to no imagination. My make up is simple and my earrings and bracelets finish tonight’s look. I was dancing in the middle of the dance floor and not long after I already felt someone grinding against me. Without the amount of alcohol in my system I would have freaked out and ran off to my friends but like I’ve said WITHOUT the alcohol. I turned around and wrapped my arms around this “stranger’s neck”. Continuing to dance I started feeling his hands all over my back and surprisingly my… ass. He started whispering nothings in my ear and I just giggled at his attempts of trying to get me to one of the rooms upstairs. After dancing with him a bit longer I started getting tired and thirsty so I bid him a goodbye and try to walk back to our table. Key word try. He suddenly grabs me by my neck and forces me to look at him. The drowsiness long gone I say to him in a serious tone. “Let me go” – that came out a bit deeper and more threatening than expected. He laughs at my attempt to intimidate him and says: “And what if I don’t?” Thinking the alcohol has completely lost its control over my body I tried kicking him. I slipped instead and fell on my behind. The guy losing his patience, grabs my wrist and drags me through the dancing oblivious crowd. I started screaming at the top of my lungs when we reached the stairs. My screaming voice unheard due to the loud music. Almost reaching upstairs the music stopped for a short time and I use this chance to scream once more. A group of guys look at my direction, seeing my situation but instead of running to me they run out of the club. I couldn’t believe my eyes I was completely helpless at this point. Not long and we’ve reached a vacant room. He throws me on the bed and while trying to get him off me. I accidently kick his jewels. This made him groan in pain and his anger increases. He slaps and punches me till I start seeing stars. My whole body weakens and I could no longer fight him off. I feel my clothes being taken off leaving me in my underwear. He starts undressing himself but before he could lay his hands on my naked body the door bursts open. Not even a second later, thuds and breaking glasses were heard. I feel someone cover me and as I try to take a glimpse of my rescuer my vision turns blurry. Right before I lost consciousness, I feel myself get lifted. I woke up on incredible soft pillows. The sunlight blinding my eyes and an amazing scent lingered in thee air. I realize I am in an unfamiliar room. Where am I? Who brought me here? I looked at my body only to see that I’m wearing someone else’s shirt. I see wounds patched up and a numb feeling on my cheeks probably from last nights abuse. I hear the shower turn on. The person must be showering. Embarrassed but grateful I dress up quickly and quietly. Not forgetting to leave a note. “Thank you for saving me last night but I have to leave. Goodbye -Evelyn” I sneak out the room and was amazed by its size. It was huge. How am I going to get out of here without getting caught or lost? Hearing voices downstairs I followed their noise. I went down the stairs till I reach a big hall and saw the open doors. Luckily, I won’t have to pass whoever is making these loud noises. Minding my business I ignore them since it sounds like their drinking. I ran out of the house and straight towards the road. I stop midway and take a glimpse of the house I just came out of. It was nowhere near a normal house, it was a freaking mansion. Suddenly I heard a honking and just like a deer caught in the headlights, I stand still and wait for the crash. The pain rushed through my body and I feel myself fly and hit the ground. Last thing I heard is someone screaming my name. It’s been three months since I came home after being hospitalized for a almost two months. I feel better and am starting to go to University again. However it wasn’t always easy. The first 3 weeks was hard but not mentally traumatizing anymore. I felt weak to move around but my appetite was back. I ate every 2 hours even through the night, mom had to sleep beside me and Zoey for two weeks or else I would freak out. In the third week we tried sleeping in separate rooms but same floor. Before the first month ended I was back on my feet. Cleaning my room, re organizing my things and clothes, tried online schooling and felt a bit normal again. Of course excluding out all the Physio and doctors appointments. I’ve been told that I still need further consultation for my brain as I lost too much blood on the way and during operation. I don’t remember much before the car accident but I kept having a dream. It repeats the scene of my car accident and at the end, right before I wake up I hear a voice screaming my name. But that’s it. I know that voice so well by now that if I heard it I would recognize it. I told my parents and my friends about my dreams yet all of them think that it is a simple dream. Nobody knows how I got into the car accident since the person who found me left the hospital, which then contacted my parents. I’ve been feeling a lot better since I started school. Although it gets very tiring, I still feel satisfied at the end and get to appreciate lying on my comfortable bed. I’ve been doing things I thought of while I was in the hospital. To be continued...