Am I Dreaming? (an Oliver Sykes Fan Fiction)

Chapter 1

"Get away from me!" I exclaimed, pushing the man to the ground violently and making a run for it. 

I was never a very good runner, but I knew damn well that in this situation, i'd run as fast as I can.

"Come back, sweetie!" one of the men yelled, but something was odd about his voice and the words came out. 

He must have been running behind me. Shit.

I didn't dare look behind me. I just ran as fast as I could and tried to find help somewhere. 

I came upon a tight corner that lead into a dead end with a loose metal ladder that was half broken gripping onto the left side of the alley.

I stopped dead in my tracks and thought of my options. 

a) I could try to fight these guys, which there was 4 of them so I would clearly be outnumbered.

b) I climb up that old, broken ladder and hope for the best.

"There ya are, gorgeous" one of the men proclaimed, his drunk friends following behind him.

"shit" I muttered under my breath as I took my chances and ran for the latter. 

Luckily enough for me, i'm quite light and I had years of acrobatics under my belt. I easily jumped and grabbed onto the ladder, climbing it in seconds as I turned to look back down at them from the rooftop. 

They looked up at me, puzzled as to how I magically ended all the way up here. 

I took the ladders handles and pushed on it as hard as I could. After a few seconds, it had detached from the wall and fell to the ground, knocking out one of the guys on the way down. 

I stuck my tongue out at them and kissed my middle finger, making sure they saw it.

All the fun and games aside, I made a brisk run for it across a few rooftops until I finally saw my street.

Making a mental plan of how I was going to get down from here, I jumped onto one of my neighbors window sills and jumped again, doing a tuck and roll as I landed. 

I quickly ran across the street to my house and threw myself inside, shutting and locking the door before turning off all the lights.

Once I decided the coast was clear, I walked up the grand staircase to my room and threw off my tattered black silk dress that came up a few inches above my knees and kicked off my high heeled boots. 

Once I had changed into some baggy gray sweatpants and a black tank top, I walk down the hall and to the room mext to mine, opening the door a bit to peek in.

There, lied my best friend Lyssa. Her soft snores told me that she was fast asleep, so I closed the door and walked back to my room, not caring to close the door.

I flopped myself down on my huge feather-cushioned bed and stared at the ceiling for a few minutes, taking in what all just happened in the past 10 minutes. 

See, none of that was supposed to happen. I had originally went to this 5-Star restaurant to meet up with a blind date I had found online and I had sat there for over an hour, waiting for him to show up. Of course, he didn't. After being stood up, I began my walk home in the cold winter air. I had taken an alleyway a few streets away from the restaurant because it wa sa quicker route. 

That's when it all went downhill. 

I few men were standing outside of a local bar and saw me walking by myself. 

In their druken stupor, they decided it'd be a great idea to try to get me to come back to their place so they could use me for sex. I denied their offer and began walking again. They followed me and one pinned me against a wall. 

andddd that's what started the chase.

"We really need to move away from here" my inner self thought. I sighed in agreement and rolled over onto my side, cocooning myself in a blankety womb.

"Maybe we can move next week" I thought. "But to where?"

I thought about it quite a bit until I realized that I have always wanted to travel to England and haven't had the chance yet. 

A small smiled appeared upon my face as I mentally promised myself that we'd move there next week. Maybe I can visit my best friend Sebastian?

Sebastian is my best friend of three years that lives in Melksham, just an hour or two away from London, where i'd be arriving.

I had never met him in person, but we've Skyped countless times and he was the person who I told everything to.

"Maybe i'll give him a call " My inner-self thought.

I checked the clock on the marble bedside stand and it read "2:04am".

I sighed and thought about what England was like before I drifted off into a peaceful slumber. 

Hey guys! This is my first fan fiction, so comment if you'd like me to continue? I have an idea of how the story is going to be, but I want to make sure that you guys want to read it. Thanks! - Kurstin Paige