Could life get any messier?

Chapter 1

I order for a coffee and go and find myself a corner where no one can notice me. My eyes kept staring at the lights outside, street lights, car lights and suddenly they became cloudy and fat tears rolled down my already pink cheeks. They ruined my mascara and I looked like a complete mess. It was yet another day where I fought with Cole, my boy friend. It wasn't the first time it happened but it hurt even worse every single time. All I could think of was writing, I didn't want all that rage I was bubbling with to go waste. I constantly stared outside the diner's window noticing how life got slower as the day was coming to an end. One moment I'm thinking all this and the next thing I know is I'm bathed in the coffee I was about to drink.

"Really? All I asked was for one coffee to drink and a little bloody silence, but no you had to bathe me in it and look at all the commotion you've created."

I was yelling and crying and managed to continue, "You owe me 500 bucks for this jacket you idiot" and threw him a mean demonic stare.

He makes puppy eyes and says, "I'm sorry ma'am, I'll clear this mess right away."

and dear God what do I realize, he's got that Spanish accent. No no no no, not the Spanish accent God, now I had to forgive him because guys with accent were too cute to handle but I was pissed at him and didn't want him to know I thought he was cute so I stormed out of the diner.

I sat on a park bench two blocks away and thinking about my thesis paper that I had to complete. What I didn't realize was it was almost half an hour I sat there, so I got up to head home since it was getting late. I walked down the lane at my own pace, when something starts to bother me. At first I thought I was being naive, but then as I continued I noticed someone following me. I quicken my pace, I was sad but I certainly didn't want to die, what if it was some psycho killer after the lives of all 22-25 year old brunettes. But as my pace quickens so does his, no sooner I start running and his feet do the same. I could feel the dark figure catching up soon. For once in my life I didn't care about my hair getting messed up with all that running or my precious Jimmy Choos getting worn out, I just kept running for my life. As I came to realize my energy was failing me, I summoned all my courage and stopped running, as soon as I thought this dark figure reached close to me I swung my heavy bag in full vigour and knocked him down.

Thuddddd....!!!!!

It must have been a pretty intense blow for that kind of a sound, but I sure did not care. I ran as bloody fast as I could and got in the first cab I saw. I reached home, entered my apartment trembling with fear, I couldn't think of anything but how I ran for my life. I could barely eat so I helped myself with some chilled milk and headed for my cozy bed.