Dark night of the soul

Chapter 2

*Sarah's POV*
I woke up on the pavement down an alleyway, I began to wonder what I was doing down here, then it hit me, last night I was raped. I tried to stand, but doing so I felt sharp pains run through my head and stomach. I had dry blood on my hands and face and I on my dress. I gripped to a dustbin to hold myself up, I looked for my phone and purse, but I couldn't find them, they must have been stolen. I walked from the alleyway onto the street, I saw someone heading towards me so I stopped them. "Excuse me, what time is it?" I asked the woman "8:00am, are you okay?" She asked worried, "n...no" I said breaking down in tears. "Could I please borrow your phone?" I ask, hoping that I'm not being too much trouble "of course!" She digs around in her bag, then takes out her phone and hands it to me. I decide to call Jess, even though we had a fight. "Hello" she answered, sounding like she had been crying. "Jess, it's me, Sarah, could you please pick me up?" I say, biting my lip. "Sarah! Where have you been you didn't come home all night!" She shouts, I wince at her shouting, as it is making my headache worse. "Jess, please, I'll explain when I see you" she sighs and finally replies "where are you?" "Outside paleyfest". I hang up and hand the phone back to the woman. "Thankyou" I say, she nods, and replies "you're head is bleeding, what happened?" She asks, worried. "Just a bad night" I sigh, holding back the tears.
"You're Sarah Paulson right?" She asks "yes" "sorry, I almost didn't recognise you, do you need anything? I could buy you a drink?" She asks politely. "No Thankyou, I don't want to be anymore trouble" "nonsense, how about I get you a coffee and bring it out here for you whilst you wait to get picked up?" The young woman is so polite, "okay, Thankyou" I say. She leaves me and walks into the cafe, she comes back out about five minutes later with two coffees. She hands me one and I thank her. We sit on a bench nearby and talk. She hands me some tissues to clean up the blood as well. Her name is Ali, and she is 32 years old. She has brown medium length hair and she is very pretty.
Jess shows up not long after, we say our goodbyes and I ask her for her number, as she seems like someone who I could become friends with.
I get in the car and I turn to Jess. She looks at me, and her eyes widen. "Sarah...what happened?" She asks, worried. "Can we talk about it when we get back please?" I say, in the nicest way possible. I kiss her cheek and apologise for the argument we had, and she apologises back.