Willow Smith - 8
I woke up abruptly lying on a bed, my limbs together with all my clothes still on. The bed was soft and there was something about the room that was familiar, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Trap remixes boomed in the background and voices of people enjoying themselves could be heard just vaguely, but they were muffled. This made me guess that I was still at the party. I looked around the room, but only moving my eyes because I couldn't move my body. The walls were a sickly yellow and undecorated. There were two doors in the room, one to exit the room and one to another room, excluding the cupboards, but I was seemingly alone.
"Hello," I called out hoping that someone would help me through the noise, "Is anyone there? Alec, where are you?" It was ridiculous to have expected someone to hear me, but a girl could dream.
I called out a few more times, hoping that someone would come, but after two minutes of screaming I decided to stay there and wait.
Just as I silenced myself, the second internal door swung open. The room it led to was dark so I didn't see who it was right away, but I didn't have to, the voice did all the talking.
"I wouldn't make too much noise if I were you, in fact if I were you I wouldn't do anything, it conserves energy. You'll need that." It was Alec and he sounded pleased with himself.
"Alec, what is going on? Please tell me that this is some sort of sick joke, please, I'll start laughing right now." I pleaded, trying to get him to admit it was a joke, but he just stood there watching me.
"I could tell you it was a joke, but I don't think you'd find it that funny." He smirked right at me.
"What do you mean?"
"Do you know who I am, Jasmine?"
How did he know my name?
I'd never told him my name. I decided not to let the fact that he knew my name faze me, which was the idea, to seem unfazed.
"Your name is Ale-" I started, but I was interrupted.
"NO! Don't tell me what my name is; don't tell my anything on my passport, tell me things you'd have to know me to know." I honestly was so taken aback by his outburst; I knew nothing about this man in front of me. If he even was a man, I was unsure of his age.
"You hate-" I started again, but he quite impatient with me that day.
"You know nothing about me, clearly. If you knew anything about me you wouldn't have stayed at that table, you wouldn't even have come back to the party. Of you knew me at all you would have started running the moment you saw me." He began to scare me, who was this man?
I stayed on the bed, unable to see him clearly for I was lying on my back. I was listening to the sound of his voice as it moved around the room. He was quite tall though, tall and pale and I could see his face, but not at a very good angle. Not that any angles worked in his favour.
"Would you like to know who I am?"
I didn't respond because I was scared and couldn't find my voice; I just stayed there lying down trying to think happy thought, but he took my silences as permission for him to unload his life story onto me.
"Do you remember a boy named Terence?" he said purposely in order to get a reaction out of me.
"What do you know about Terence?" I questioned, suddenly afraid for his wellbeing.
He smirked, satisfied with my reaction.
"Well Terence and I go way back, like two okes in a forest, or at least we went back. Now we're like two boys in a school, literally. We both attend Morgan, but we're as good as on two different sides of the world. We were close, Jasmine, real close, but do you know what happened?" he asked, pausing very dramatically. "You did. You tore us apart, you took away my friend and he was a good ass friend too. I remembered asking myself why he'd leave me for some vuilgat, I mean I never really saw you two out in public together, I thought he was ashamed of you, but then I noticed that you two spent quite a lot of time indoors, if you know what I mean. But what do people do inside? They pomp, that's all you're good for isn't it, pomping? Well if you were so good at it, that it made Terence leave me, then I want some of this action."
