You know how you watch shows like Law and Order SVU, Criminal Minds, and many other shows like that. Where an innocent character most likely gets kidnapped, murdered or raped. And how the in the ending the character dies, escapes or gets rescued by some sort of authorities. And in the beginning of each show it says something along the lines of “This in not based off a true event.” So you think to yourself that something like that would never happen to you. Right?

Well I also thought like that until the day that everything changed.

I was just another typical teenage girl who attends a university, has a job and tries to balance her family, friends and school all at once. I moved away from my hometown, well actually I moved out of the country. I thought it would be better for me. I had started over, fresh. I was excited to have a new start in a new city with new people.

I had many friends and one best friend. We did everything together. I meet her in one of my classes at school. Eleanor, she had a very bubbly and positive personality. She was always making me laugh and smile. She was a perfectionist at everything she does. Her hair always pin straight, her clothes never wrinkled and her eyeliner never smudged. Some would call her OCD but that is just the way she is.

Anyway I remember it was a Sunday, we had no class obviously. I had just finished my shift at the small café I worked at, Jim’s. I offered to help clean up after the busy night we had.

It was around midnight after I got off and I had missed the bus back to my apartment, which is only a few blocks away. It was bitter cold out, being in the middle of January. My feet found a small rock and I began to kick it along my journey home.

I jumped a little when a sharp scream sounded from an alleyway two feet behind me. I stopped in my tracks and listened again. Only to hear more cries of pain. I slowly remember looking around the corn of a brick building down the dark alleyway. To see a group of men dressed in dark clothing beating a man senseless.

I had a mental war with myself weather to speak up and stop them from killing this poor man or just mind my own business and return home. My body however had a different mind of its own. Was found myself inching around the corner of the building toward the group of men. But I came to a sudden stop as one of the men had drawn out a knife and quickly stabbed the innocent man repeatedly. My body had run cold as I watched the man’s body lifelessly fall to the ground.

I don’t remember a scream escape my lips but something must have happened. Because I do remember that my heart was going a thousand miles a minute as I watched one of the men who participated in the murder make his way towards me. For a few short seconds I studied the man. He was well over six foot, built, and dressed in all black with a hood up so his face was hidden. All I could see was he eye. They were a type of green you could never forget. Pure hunter green with just a slight brown mixed in. As he came closer panic set in and I started to run opposite of him.

I ran what had felt like a marathon to finally reach my apartment. Not once did I dare to look back to see if I was being chased after. I knew he was following me for a good couple of blocks because I heard the man cursing at me telling me to just simple stop running.

My hands were trembling at this point trying to push my key into my door. Once inside I remember I locked every door and window, and kept all the light turned off as if the men were still outside my apartment.

That night I remember I got no sleep what so ever to scared something would happen. The next morning I tried to shake off the events that happened that night, and carry on with a normal day. Attend University and then work and straight home.

The day went pretty smooth, no man with beautiful green eye anywhere in sight. I had just started my shift at Jim’s and a rush was dying out. I was working by myself because one of the girls had just went on break.

I remember the sound of the bell on the door that rang whenever someone opened it. I had turned to face the counter to greet the customer, only to find those mysterious green eyes. But this time the face that processed them was hidden by a black hood. Instead there was a man, who was actually pretty good looking. He was had dark features which complemented his eye.

I remember his order, it’s the simplest in the book, coffee black. His voice was smooth with a slight British accent. That was still something I wasn’t use to. People all around me have a different accent. I remember the small smirk that plated on his lips as I handed him his cup of coffee. He knew he had an effect on me by the ways my hand trembled taking his money from him.

He left as fast as he came. I thought that he would have stayed longer just to harass me. But that didn’t happen. My nerves were still shot from last night. Something in my stomach told me that something else was going to happen.

My shift went surprisingly fast that day. I knew I had to catch the bus back home that day. I was afraid of what might happen if I were to walk again. I remember as I walked into my apartment building something didn’t feel right. I got my mail out of my post box like I do every day. And I walked to my apartment door. I studied it for a moment before realizing that there was two new black marks from what I assume is from a crowbar.

I don’t remember what came over but I opened the door not worried about what might be behind it. To my surprise there was nothing or should I say no one waiting for me as I walked in. Something still felt off. I remember I wondered around my apartment room to room very slowly. It wasn’t until I reached my small little library where I go to escape into my own little world, I noticed some of my books have been moved around and a Jim’s coffee mug was on the table next to my favorite chair. It was then my body ran cold, I’m sure there was no color left on my face. I knew he had been there, little did I know he was still there.

That’s all that I can’t remember from that night. After I saw the coffee cup, I blacked out. It was too much for my brain to process. I don’t remember if the man was still in my house or not. But I knew that he had been there.

He must have been there or he came back for me because when I awoke the next day I wasn’t in my cozy little apartment, I was in a room I didn’t recognize, here days after my taking it still looks new to me.

The walls are plain white, like a hospital room, the bed is huge, I want to say it’s a king size but I could be mistaken, the sheet however are a soft sky blue. There aren’t any windows though, or a clock. I don’t know how long I have been here or how long I will stay. There is a closet filled with beautiful clothes all my size and a dresser too. There is a decent sized television but there is no cable, the only thing to watch is old movies and seasons of old television shows. But the one thing that I actually enjoy in this room is the amount of book. I think I’ve read about every day I have been here.

A young man around my age comes in every so often with food or drinks, but I turn it away most of the time. He doesn’t really talk to me, I’m not sure if he really care about me. Every time I decline his offerings he rolls his eye and sets it down on a table beside the bed and walks out. I want to say that I’m one of his chorus, like if he didn’t have to come in here he wouldn’t.

I haven’t seen the man with the beautiful emerald eye yet but he does appear in my dreams. Which scared me at first but now I find it comforting.

Here I sit waiting for something, anything really to tell why I’m here or where I am. Who really knows? And I’m beginning to wonder I will ever know.

Notes

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