Creative Works Of The Mind

Last Night

Last Night

The light streams through the curtains and I reluctantly open my eyes feeling a headache coming on. I throw the covers off me and stand up feeling the room start to spin slightly. I sit down and try again this time with success.

I make my way to the bathroom to start getting ready. I rub my tired eyes and look up into the mirror. When I see my reflection though I scream in fear.

I fall back on my butt and stand up. This time I brave myself and then look into the mirror again. I run my finger over each of my eyes kids and then over my cheeks.

God Renee what on earth did you do to yourself last night? I ask myself in my head. My eyes are bloodshot, my eyelids all red and puffy. My cheeks and the rest of my face are paler than the milk in my fridge which could actually be a little chunky as of now.

I take another long look at my reflection in the mirror. I really need to start taking better care of myself if this is what'll happen if I don't.

I brush my teeth and my hair and wash my face. When I'm done I leave the bathroom and put my clothes on for lunch with Annie this morning. I think that's who I went out with last night maybe she can tell me what happened.

I look back at myself in the mirror, but nothing's changed. I decide that I can't go out looking like the living dead so I put some makeup on to give myself some colour and hide a little of the redness and puffiness of my eyes.

I walk through the door of the 24 hour diner that Annie and I have always met up for meals and chats and coffee. You could say that even though it isn't our favourite place that it is a place that has impacted us both and makes us want to keep coming back to it.

I seat myself as the sign says to do. I take a window booth, the same booth that we always like to sit in. Sometimes it's taken and we have to take a different one, but if this booth is free we take it. We've told so many secrets in this booth and talked about so many crushes and hot guys here. So many memories this booth holds.

Annie walks in and sits across from me her eyes wide and her look stern. "What the hell did You do last night after you left the club?"

"What do you mean? I left the club?"

"Yeah you just told me you found a guy and that you were going to leave with him. I tried to convince you not to go, but you insisted that it was perfectly safe and he'd take care of you. I trusted you, but from the way you look now even with your attemts to hide it, I can tell that something bad happened."

"Yeah you're telling me. I woke up this morning and this is what I see in the mirror only with less makeup and no memories of what happened last night, at all. I don't even remember the club."

"Perhaps you were drugged. I only hope that nothing too terrible happened to you while you were under the influence."

"Yeah that's how I feel. How on earth will we find out what happened to me if I can't remember anything including the guy I left the club with?"

"Don't worry about that now. We'll find a way I promise you."

I nod and we both order breakfast. I order the hangover breakfast seeing as I look like I've been hungover for a few days already. While Annie order the three pancake breakfast. There is no such thing as small plates at this diner it doesn't matter how small of a portion you get you will still get the same sized portion. They only have one size, you can't get anything smaller, you can however get something larger than their regular portion.

After we finish and pay for our meal we each get a coffee to go. Annie can't hang out any longer, she has to get back to the office that she works at, but she'll hang out later tonight and we'll watch some movies. We part in the parking lot with smiles because we'll be seeing each other in only a few hours.

On my way to my car a man passes me, eyeing my up and winks as he comments, "Have a good time with Will last night? IF you think he's good then you should take me for a ride."

I give him a disgusted look and hurry to my car. Once inside I quickly lock the doors and start it, wanting to be out of this place and back home in my apartment. I speed out of the parking lot and down the highway towards home.

When I reach my apartment building  there's an odd man I've never seen before standing by the front door. It looks like hes waiting to be let in. I get out of the car and slowly approach this man. He's got very short buzzed hair, almost like a navy haircut and more muscles than you could ever count. I for one would never be able to wrap my arms fully around him because of all the muscle.

"Hey, are you waiting for someone? I could let you in so you don't have to wait for them out here." He says nothing only nods at me. So I use my fob to open the building door and we both step inside.

"Thank you." That's all he says.

"What's the name of the person you're waiting for, maybe I could go and get them for you."

He only shakes his head at this. "Do you not know who I am?"

I shake my head vigorously, "No, sorry. Should I?"

"Well, you were with me last night. We had a great time. We left the club because you suggested that we go somewhere quieter so I agreed and we left. You told me to bring us back here and you offered to have me go up with you, but I didn't want to take advantage of you. I didn't know if you realized it at the time, but you were really drunk, maybe even a little high and I didn't want to get on your bad side with a drunk one night stand."

My heart melts at that. I can feel a smile creeping up onto my face. "That's really sweet of you, thank you. So you were the last person that I was with last night and nothing happened?"

He shook his head. "Nothing happened, I'm not that kind of guy. I think you might have been drugged by the bartender. Usually he gets with one of the girls that go there every night, but those girls weren't there and he was eyeing you. He must have put something in one of your drinks. I wanted to make sure you were safe so I didn't let you leave alone. I did plan the bumping into you, but only to keep you safe. I think that I know what he was planning to do with you and it wouldn't have been pretty or your choice."

"Hey, do you want to come up? I promise I'm sober, just have a bad hangover from last night."

"I'd love to thank you." He follows me up to my door. All the while I'm thinking about last night or trying to. I'm still coming up empty handed, but this guy doesn't seem bad so his story was probably true. I'll have to call Annie later to tell her his story and see if she recognizes him as the man I left with. She'd be able to tell me more about him because she remembers what happened and would know who I left with last night.

It's just a wonder how everything from last night is blank. I must have been drugged a really high dose for it to virtually wipe my memories of last night completely away. And this guy doesn't feel bad, he seems really nice and I'm enjoying his company however short I've actually been with him. I guess I'll never truly know what happened last night, I just hope I didn't do anything too bad, but it's till odd. Strange, very strange.