My demons (book 1)

Stranger

Startled, she rubbed her eyes, blinking a few times before looking back in the mirror. Her own brown eyes were starring back at her and she released a breath she didn't realise she was holding. Her imagination was just playing games with her.

She tried to calm her racing heart as she lay back on her bed. Her thoughts wandered back to the time she had spent at the hospital. They treated her well. The traces of the abduction were nearly invisible by now. Bruises were almost completely healed and her body functions went back to normal. They fixed up everything that was wrong with her. Well, almost everything. Her heart's rhythm was still completely off but her body seemed to be okay with it. She didn't remember the last time she felt tired or sleepy but the fact that she had blacked out quite often while at the hospital might explain that.

Again, she wasn't tired. She gave up on sleep for the night and got off her bed when she had started to feel as if her walls were closing in on her. She pushed herself off the bed and threw on some jeans and a hoodie, deciding to go for a walk. As quietly as she could, she made her way out of the house, locking the doors behind her.

It was mid-February and it surprised her that she didn't feel cold. She shrugged before starting to walk down the dark, seemingly empty street. The only light was provided by the stars and some old street light that didn't really do its' job very well.

Suddenly, she spotted a dark figure walking towards her. Unbothered, she continued her way, paying it no mind until it caught her attention again by leaning on one of the street lights, lighting a cigarette. As she moved forward, she started inspecting the person that seemed like they were waiting for her. The light revealed a man dressed in all black. He seemed to be around her age. His dark hair was short on the sides while his longer front hair fell down, nearly covering his right eye. His skin was pale, almost white, but it somehow suited him. He had a lithe frame and his clothes looked as if they were painted on him.

As she found herself right in front of him she let out a "Hey" which he returned with a deep, soothing voice.

She took a closer look at him. His face looked exhausted with cheeks caved in and dark circles under his empty, sad green eyes. His cheekbones were high and defined and his jawline sharp. He looked as if he was sculpted by the God himself.

"Seeing something you like?" he asked with a grin on his face, his eyes sparkling for a split second. "Haven't decided yet," she winked, smiling back at him. Something about him felt familiar, comfortable. She couldn't quite place the feeling but she felt safe regardless of the position she was currently in, with a stranger on an empty street and whatnot.

"I'm Aisha." she heard herself saying. "Jay," he nodded, flicking his cigarette.

"So what's your story?"

"What do you mean?" she said, brows furrowing in confusion.

"You are out on the street all alone past midnight. Something must be troubling your soul. Are you interested in spilling your heart out to a stranger?"