A Modern Fairytale

It's The Biker Again

I couldn't stop thinking about the anonymous biker and her mysterious eyes for the next few days. Something in her eyes reminded me of a peculiar history. I was sure that was the first time I saw her but I felt like we had a connection even though I didn't see her face. I visited that road i met her to check if she'd pass by again but had no luck. Days rolled by and it was time for me to start college. I went with my mom on the first day and got myself registered in. Unfortunately my friends got into different institutes so I was all by myself. I felt miserable without friends yet determination to go towards my goal pushed me forward. After an exausting orientation I made my way towards the elevator to finally go home. Now I wish I could have freshened up a bit than to just go ahead with my wearied look, for it was the second time I came in contact with the biker yet again for just fraction of seconds. But those seconds seemed like a lifetime for me. She was stepping out of the elevator I was about to get in. Fortunately her eyes were glued to her phone and didn't notice me. But I was previleged enough to see her face without the helmet being a barrier. I'd say she had features of the most prettiest and finest goddess of evil. Her curly hair came up to her shoulders and her lips.. let's not talk about it just yet. I couldn't catch a glimpse of her busy eyes focused down to her phone, due to her thick black lashes covering it. She looked ravishing in black with black boots to top it. Did i notice all this in that few seconds? Yes I did. I didn't look to observe, yet I felt a strange feeling about her. She walked past me, out of the elevator and I walked past her, inside. Before it closed i saw someone calling out "Ree!" from a corner and she walked towards them. The elevator started to close, making the frame in which she was, smaller. I wanted the time to stop but it certainly didn't. Once the elevator fully closed i realized I had been holding my breath for some reason and I finally let out a sigh. The excitement in me petrified my mind and body and halfway through the elevator ride i began to think this must have been just me imagining someone else. "I only knew the biker from her eyes and today I didn't even see this girl's eyes. Surely it can't be her!" my inner voice argued. But what if it was her? Why am I all worked up upon meeting a random biker? What's so special in her? Those were yet to be answered.
I went home with head full of thoughts and questions. This mysterious biker was impacting me for no reason. "There's a reason" my inner voice said again almost frightening me. I searched my brain for people named Ree but had no luck. I opened my laptop and typed the letters R, E and E in the search box of my search engine. With a racing heart i touched the search button only to find out certain bussiness organizations and automobiles named Ree. I tried my luck in most of social media, the RotRob, Upchat, Griming and even an older app called Instagram which my mom had an account in, but couldn't find her. Surely Ree can't be a name, i knew that. I searched it along with my college's name and it too led me to a dead end. "Maybe she wasn't even a student after all" i said to myself. It was the first day of college so parents and family was allowed. While I was thinking of other ways to find out more about this mystery girl my eyes slowly got heavy and I was taken into a deep sleep. In my dreams I saw myself. But myself was very different. I was wearing vintage styled gown and looking at myself in a full length broken mirror. Everything including myself looked old fashioned except for my hair. My hair looked shiny and bouncy as always. I was untangling the knots carefully with my fingers as to not disturb the big natural curls. I looked rather sad in the reflection of the broken mirror. Probably missing the biker? We'll never know. Gradually the dream turned into a funny one with my friends turning into frogs and cockroaches.
"Sweetie! It's almost time for dinner!" My mom called. "You've been sleeping for hours now" said she. With a start i woke up, my hand still on the laptop keyboard. I woke, went straight to the shower. Long showers helped me alot when I was stressed. Not being able to find a random girl is not at all a valid reason to be stressed about, but for some reason, I was.
Cold water started to trickle down me. "Maybe she's a kindergarten friend, or a far relative I must've seen in a family gathering?" Millions of possibilities were put forward by my brain, which worked its best while under a shower. But this time my heart answered for me. Deep down I knew who she was. I knew it was danger. I knew something wasn't quite right. My eyes closed, i was lost in my own thoughts while the water, which holds memories, almost started to give me answers. "COME OUT AND HAVE YOUR DINNER THIS INSTANT! I CAN'T WAIT ALL NIGHT FOR YOU!" yelled my mom, banging on the door. And that, dear reader, made me end this chapter.