Trigger warning: Non consenting sexual stuff, mentions of rape and murder.
Sometimes I really do wonder why I leave the house; there's wifi, food and a bed. All I need in life. Why do I do this to myself?
This questions go through my mind while I walk in the dark, leaving behind the loud music and the cheers of people celebrating something; or at least, they looked like they were celebrating something, seeing as they've been calling this 'the party of the year'. Although I doubt college students need any reason to throw a party.
I still don't see the appeal to parties. I mean, I understand the general socializing part, what I don't understand is why someone would expose themselves to be uncomfortable and sweaty for hours in a sea of people you will probably never see again and in constant danger someone of someone throwing up on you. Which is exactly what had happened tonight.
"All of it." I say to myself while I try to ignore the smell coming out of my clothes. Throwing up right now is the only thing that could make this night worse. I hear footsteps in the distance and I'm really hoping it's not that clingy girl who just kept on trying to kiss me even though I made it very clear I wasn't interested. It's not that I mind the company, she's just not my type.
"Because she's a girl." I almost laughed at this when I heard the footsteps getting louder. I kept walking as I looked over my shoulder to subtly catch a glimpse of the person walking behind me.
Please don't be her, please don't be her.
I think to myself, just to realize that the person is a man.
Well, at least it's not h...
I interrupt my train of thought to take a good look at the man while I keep walking. It's the creepy man. That's just great. Since the moment I entered the party there was this particular man who just wouldn't stop looking my way and trying to come near me, not very subtly if you know what I mean. He looked scary, from his face to his ginormous size, which is saying something coming from the guy who has to bend to go through doors. He was part of the reason I was going home early and not staying at my friend PJ's house. I really regret making that decision now that he's following me and I'm outside, in the dark, with a dead phon and absolutely no way of defending myself. I guess I could run but then he'd notice I've seen him and ran after me and with how unfit I am that is probably not the best idea.
I start shaking as I feel the panic sink in and I speed up slightly just to hear the footsteps behind me do the same.
So he really is following me, what do I do now?
I keep walking while I desperately look for a solution when I see a phone booth on the side of the road and I've never been more thankful of people not evolving technologically than in this moment. When I enter the phone booth I notice that it has a lock on the door and I silently promise to give money to the next homeless person I see on the street. My mind is running and I decide that my best option is to call someone who can call the police or get me out of here. I search in my pockets for money, my hands trembling. I thankfully find a pound and I insert it on the phone booth and dial PJ's number.
Please, please answer.
The phone beeps for what feels like hours and I start to shake, panicking again. Just when I'm about to hang up and accept my inevitable death I hear a voice on the other side of the line.
"Eh... hello?" A sleepy voice says. I can tell that it's not PJ right away, mainly because he has never been up north and the voice has the biggest northern accent I've ever heard. I would have found it cute in any other situation but I'm really not in the position to flirt right now. "Is anyone there?"
