paint it black [h.s]

[two] him

-Stella-

My heart was beating fast.  It was almost as if I couldn't escape.  I was running.  My feet were bare, although, covered in what I thought was mud.  He was chasing after me.  He was yelling and screaming my name over and over again.  I couldn't escape it.  The voice echoed through the forest.  Through my mind.  I couldn't handle it anymore, I had to stop.  My legs couldn't move.  I couldn't breathe.  The legs that were once holding me up gave in as I dropped on the cold ground.

I was crying.  Crying harder than I'd ever had before.  

"Ahh, what do we have here?"  His flashlight flashed onto my face.  I noticed his smirk on his face.  The devil's smirk.  Although, I couldn't make out the rest of his facial features.  He was tall, and much larger than me.

The tall man reached into his pocket and pulled out a- ...

The blaring sound of my phone ringing disrupted my writing.  I could already tell who it was.  My best friend, Faye, was begging me and begging me to go to this club called "Phoenix" tonight.  Not much of a 'party' girl, myself.  I like to stay home and write the stories that spontaneously appear in my head.  It tends to calm myself.  

"Hello?" I started, sighing to myself.  Indistinctive chatter rambled on in the background.

"Stella?  Are you still up for Phoenix tonight?"  

I thought to myself.  It wouldn't hurt to have one night out with my friends every once in a while.  Of course, I would've agreed anyway because she is, in fact, my best friend.

"Fine."  I forced a laugh.

"Hurry up, we're leaving in two hours."

The call ended.

Two hours gave me the time to shower, do my hair and makeup, and find some kind of 'nice' outfit.  I made my way to my shower.  The water, however, was freezing cold.  Perfection.  Cold showers would always seem to calm me down.    

After what seemed like four hours in the shower, I stepped out feeling the cooler air making me sigh in satisfaction.  Right, I had an hour and half to make myself look somewhat presentable.  

Time passed slowly, and my hair was straightened.  Putting my makeup on made me feel a whole lot better about myself.  I've always been insecure but putting makeup on made me feel like a whole new me.  

Finally, I decided on wearing my black and white-striped crop-top with high-waisted skinny jeans and black vans.  My usual, everyday, style. 

By now, I had half an hour to myself before Faye had gotten here.  I decided to go out and enjoy the day.  Unlike my friends, I do occasionally go outdoors to enjoy the day.  My favourite place to be would be outside of a coffee shop in downtown London.  If you only knew how amazing that place was.  The building was built from brick in 1954.  It was quite small, living in the down town area.  It was, somewhat, hidden between blocks of flats.  I definitely enjoyed coming here.  It was quiet, the people who came here rarely spoke and just minded their business.  Sometimes, small indie rock bands would come to perform.  Oh, if you only knew how many stories about them have made their way into my notebooks.

 In the 60s, there were reported riots there.  The townspeople wanted to be like the hippies in America so bad, they tried to create their own summer of love.  

The coffee house was where they would all get together and 'hang out,' although, people wanted it torn down, therefore, causing the riots and protests against each other.  

Eventually, the teenagers won and to this day, it stands.  This is the place where all my ideas in my head come from.  Where my stories pour onto the page.