Meet Kristal Jane Anderson.
The girl that feels as though she was stripped from all the joys of life on one ungodly night. A night that changed her whole perspective on love forever, a night in which she stopped believing in it's existence, a night...
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Kristal Anderson
It was him.
He was watching me.
He found me.
The entire room was spinning, only he and I were stationary; staring at one another.
He stood out in the crowd. A black trenchcoat covered most of his tall frame and his cheap looking white mask stood out in the sea of bejeweled fancy looking masks.
I felt like I was going to throw up, faint, and go into cardiac arrest all at once. My entire body had broken out into a cold sweat. I was surprised my heart hadn't shot out of my chest and ran around the room from how fast it was beating.
I don't know how long we'd been staring at each other, it could have been mere seconds but to me it felt like an eternity of torture as my mind played through every possible way he could kill me right there and then.
His gaze lingered on mine a little while longer before he averted it to the man who's his arm was linked in mine. I didn't think it was possible for my stomach to drop any lower but as soon as I realized that his attention was no longer on me, it felt like my stomach had reached the deepest pits of hell.
That sinking feeling was accompanied with the realization that I had put Aiden in danger by being with him. The walls around me that has previously felt like they were spinning at the speed of light came to a daunting half and collapsed in on themselves, my legs mimicked the action; giving out and buckling beneath me.
My body braced itself to the best of its ability but I was never met by the cold hard marble floor, instead Aiden's arm that was linked in mine moved to hook around my waist in record speed.
"You okay?" His voice made me snap my head in his direction to meet his gaze. His eyebrows knitted in a mixture of worry and confusion.
My lips parted as my brain tried to come up with a way to ease his worry but I came up short. Out of the corner of my eye, I realized that I could no longer see the outline of the man. I snapped my head back to where he had been standing mere seconds ago.
He was gone.
My eyes scanned the balcony as fast as they could in search for him. Nothing.
He was gone.
Too much was happening all at once.
Everything was too loud.
Every form of noise in the room felt amplified; every word spoken, every single beat of the music, every laugh, every heel that clicked on the marble floor. All those sounds were having a screaming match with my own thoughts and no one was winning.
"I want out," I didn't quite know if I said it out loud, I didn't know if my body was capable of forming words in the panicked state that it was in.
"Excuse us, Mr. Marino," Aiden's voice filled my ears loud and clear which was the confirmation I needed that I had said it out loud. Or he was a mind reader.
