Chapter 2

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The bell to the door of the Café rung as I stepped inside. The delicious smell of coffee welcomed me in. I hurried to the back and tied my apron around my waist. I started getting everything ready before anyone came. I was whistling a random song when I heard the bell ring. It was my boss Sharon. Sharon and I don't talk much. I come in work, and at the end of the week she pays me. Since I've only been working here for a year and a half I only get paid eight dollars an hour. 

Customers  started to make their way in and up to the counter. As usual I greeted them with a simple "Hello" and gave them what they ordered. Today wasn't so busy since it was Sunday. People were in church or enjoying the last day of the weekend. I wish I could be doing that, but Sharon has me working on the weekends.

It was my 20 minute break so I bought myself a  Black Coffee and Blueberry muffin. I took a seat in a booth furthest away from everyone. I heard foot steps so I looked up.

"Hey Conner" my smile instantly grew.

"Hi, I need to ask you something. If that's alright?"

"Yes or course."

"On Friday their having a Festival down by the river. I was wondering if you would maybe want to go with me?"

Here was the boy that I've had a crush on for the longest time asking on a date. At least I think it was.

"I have nothing planned Friday, so why not."

"Oh great, I'll pick you up at seven?"

"Sevens perfect."  We said our goodbyes and I began to eat again. I still had 10 minutes left. All I could think about was Friday night with Conner. I know it's a week away, but what would I wear? What if something comes up and I can't make it? What am I talking about nothing will come up. I have no life. 'Breathe Diana, breathe' I repeated to myself until my break was over.

I walked back behind the counter and was greeted with an older woman. She had light brown eyes, with brown hair and some greys showing. She looked lost, scared, and confused. What  was wrong?

"Excuse me miss, can you tell me where I am?" she asked. What?

"You're at Sharon's Café on Browning street, Ma'am"

"Oh, ok thank you." she replied. And she left. what was that all about? Everyone knows about Sharon's Café. It's the only Café around. Maybe she's just new here that's all.

After three more slow hours of serving the same people  I see everyday. It was time for me to close up. The lights were dim and I was sweeping the floors when I heard people talking outside. I turned my heard to the right. All the color from me vanished. My body was numb and I was shaking uncontrollably. I could feels tears starting to pour out. I couldn't stay there any long. I ran as fast as I could to the closet that said 'employees only', I rushed inside, slammed and locked the door.

My breathing was heaving and it was hard for me to see anything. I knew that who I just saw would change my life forever. It wasn't just anybody it was Him. The man who had tortured me every single night in my dreams for 3 years straight. His blonde hair, blue eyes, denim jacket. Everything was the same from my dreams. This couldn't be real. It wasn't him. He doesn't exists, only in my dreams. So many things were running through my mind.

I couldn't stay in the closet forever. Even though I would rather stay in here for the rest of my life then see him again. I slowly opened the door, the only sound was from the creaking of the door. This place creeps me out at night. I carefully made my way to the front of the store, he was still there. Great this is just great.

My heart was racing. The only things going through my mind were. What if he sees me? What if he recognizes me to? Does he know what I know? This was it I knew he would stop and talk to me, but I can't stay in here all night.  I grabbed my jacket and slipped out the door locking it. All I had to do was keep my head down and ignore him. I can do this. I can d-

"The shop is already closed?" Fuck I knew it. "Y-yeah I-it closes at e-eight" now I was stuttering.

"Are you ok? You seem....off " I couldn't take  it anymore. The pressure was building up and I could feel more tears rising to the top about to explode. I turned around and ran. I ran faster then I ever have, I cloud hear his yells for me getting louder. He was behind me. I did something I never thought I would have done. I stopped right in my tracks and turned around. He wasn't there. 

I could have sworn I heard his loud thick Irish voice only feet away from me. I was wrong.  I walked the rest of  the way home.

Once I reached the steps to my house I cried again. I was so glad to  be here. Safe and sound. I was so relieved. I kicked my shoes off and turned the light on. My muscles were sore from sitting in that small closet and from running. I made my way to the bathroom and ran the bath. I  tore of my clothes that were now covered in sweat. I stepped in the hot water and sat down. I leaned my head against the wall and closed my eyes to relax.

*I surrounded by water, all around me all I could see was water. I heard splashes, I whipped my head to see what caused pained me the most. I tried to run away, but running in water is the hardest thing. "You can't get away from, not like last time" he spat. The next thing I knew he grabbed my ankle and pulled me towards him. I tried to scream for help. but nothing came out. He slapped me across the face and pushed my head under water. I was trying to wiggle from his grip, but it was no use. I was drowning and I couldn't help but give up. *

I jumped up and splashed water all over the bathroom floor. I must have fallen asleep in the tub. No wonder I was surrounded by water. I drained the water and wrapped a towel around me. I grabbed another towel from the hallway closet to wipe up the water I had splashed every were.

I dressed in sweat pants and an oversized sweatshirt and crawled into bed. I  got under the warm covers and stared at the ceiling fan as it went around in circles. About an hour later I felt my eye lids get heavier and heavier and before I knew it I was sleeping.

(Sorry for the short chapters , but I promise it will get better. I'm not sure how often I'm going to be able to update :/ sorry.

Please VOTE and COMMENT! :) ~Madison)

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