My Guardian

Date Night Gone Wrong

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He asked me out. Jeremy, the guy that I ran into during my emotional state, asked me on a date. He's going to take me to some restaurant. I have to wear something nice and go on a date.

I feel like I've never been on a date. Or well, maybe once? I can't remember, obviously. But I definitely feel like I've never been on a fancy date.

"Catherine, can't I just wear my hair normally?" I asked from my chair she had dragged into the bathroom. "No! You're going on a date. You have to look wonderful, which means curling your gorgeous blonde hair," Catherine says in that high pitched voice of hers.

I leaned back in the chair staring at my reflection in the mirror. Catherine made me look gorgeous; she gave me a whole face of light makeup and covered a scar on my left temple. How did that even happen? I don't think people generally fall down and cut their forehead.

It seems every day I find a new scar. If I'm having trouble in class then I take and rake my finger over the large scar on my thigh. It's jagged and rough, making me wonder what hospital I went to. All of my scars are like that actually, as if they'd been hand sewn. Was I abused as a child? Was that why my memory was erased, however in the world I managed to do it?

While my thoughts were occupied, Catherine went around and around my head, curling every piece. "You look gorgeous," she says as she finishes. I smile in thanks and walk over to my closet. I push past my crew neck shirts, leather jacket, and multiple pairs of blue jeans to find a white dress with a light blue floral pattern. It was one of the only dresses I owned, but it hugged my figure and was breezy and light. I dug out some flats from my duffle to finish off the outfit, and then we heard a knock at the door.

"Will you get that?" I ask Catherine. She smiles and exits the room. I change quickly and walk into the kitchen to see Jeremy politely talking to Catherine.

"You ready?" I ask.

He turns around to me and smiles. "Yeah."

I grab my purse off of the counter and walk toward the door. "Lock up after you leave, okay?" I ask Catherine. She nods and smiles. I follow Jeremy out the door and downstairs, where he had a taxi waiting.

"Have I told you how beautiful you look?" He asks as he opens the door for me.

"I don't think so," I grin, climbing in. He shuts the door and gets in on the other side. "Well, you're very pretty tonight."

"Just tonight?" I ask with a giggle.

"Well the last time I saw you in person was when you were a balling mess," he jokes back. I laugh along with him as he starts the car and begins to drive.

A few minutes later we pulled into the parking lot of some fancy restaurant. Jeremy walked me to the door, led me to the table he had reserved, and even pulled out my chair. He was wonderful, but I couldn't help this feeling that I couldn't breath.

"What would you like, miss?" The waiter asked me, drawing me out of my trance. I politely smiled and looked down at the menu in front of me. "Uhm, can I just get a little Jack on the rocks?" I ask. The waiter raises his eyebrows but nods.

"Like the alcohol, do ya?" Jeremy asks.

"Oh, I'm sorry. It's more of a comfort drink, I think," I mumble, frowning. He chuckles in response.

"It's fine."

There's so many people. Why is my dress so tight? I glance around the room nervously, making sure not to look at Jeremy.

"Hey, uhm, I'm gonna go to the restroom," I try to smile but it comes out as more of a grimace. His face turns to an expression of worry but he nods. I walk off to the bathroom, trying to stay away from as many people as possible. I sigh when I reach the empty bathroom, leaning against the counter.

What the hell is wrong with me? Is it the place? Jeremy?

You're fine, you're fine. Just go back out there. Everything is gonna be alright. It's just a fancy place. It's nice.

With a deep breath, I begin back to the table. Jeremy smiles at me as I walk towards him. I breath deeply again and grin in return. It's going to be fine.

But then, something unordinary happened. I was maybe two yards from the table when the glass windows on my left shattered, a blur of nothing crashing into the restaurant. The next thing I know, I'm on the ground. I'm momentarily stunned but then something comes alive in me, like I know what's going on. All of a sudden, an invisible blur that growls isn't so crazy, and I find myself fumbling for my purse. The blur was now distracted; a man had tried to pry the thing off of me, which caused it to turn on him. He fought the thing off heavily, but it had already inflicted fatal wounds.

My hand clutched around the funny shaped blade in my bag as I leapt forward. A deep growl escaped my lips as I plunged the thing into the air, making the blur whine loudly. The end of the silver blade came back bloody, the invisible blur now collapsed on top of the dead man that saved my life.

I drop the blade, staring at my bloody hand. How the hell did I know to do that?

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I'm sorry this is so late! I have two AP classes, so I've been busy. I'm in advanced placement guys. I'm secretly Kevin Tran.

Just kidding, I wish. But I hope you like it and I  will try to update more regularly now, so look for and update about once a week, maybe more if I ever get free time. Thank you so much for your support and my favorite part of the day is coming home to read yall's comments! Hope you all have a great school year.

Love you!

-RW