The Last Memory

Where Am I?

I wake up on an extremely soft mattress and a king sized bed which certainly is not mine, because last that I remember of, my bed wasn't so large and my sheets definitely were not white.

If this isn't my room, then where am I? Why am I not wearing my clothes but an oversize v-necked T-shirt which smells like heaven farted over it ?
I look around, a little dizzy, and when nothing seems familiar, I start drowning as the panic attack takes over, my body starts shaking feverishly , my eyes close as I try taking deep, Shaky breaths, but can't. My feeble attempt of standing up goes to dump as my trembling legs can't hold up my weight and I fall head first on the posh wooden floor with a loud thud, and feel myself drowning into darkness.

He walks into the cafe and my wandering eyes land on him. My eyes couldn't leave his face as he sports the most defined jaw I've ever seen in the span of my 17yr life which consists a big chunk of checking out hot guys with my Best friend.
Talking to the guy at the counter, either of the two crack a joke and his face cracks into a big goofy grin. His deep laughter reverberates the walls in the deserted cafe. The position of my table and his back provide me a good look of his well built. Maybe he's a Football player or a Basketball player at that. His eyes crinkle at the sides and his chiseled jaw stretch, making him look dreamy on an all new level. I touch my mouth with my fingers just to confirm that I'm not drooling. Yet.

He shifts a little on his feet
and then turns around. My breath hitches as I get the complete view of his face. Perfect. With perfect, I mean absolute breathtakingly perfect. Triangular jaw, round shaped blue-green eyes, cropped hair and a Full face. . Looking around, his eyes search for something or someone. I assume it to be an analysis of the almost empty room with just a handful of faces and a search for a vacant table. As his eyes roam around. I try to remove my gaze off of him, but as if possessed by some kind of black magic, I can't. I feel this weird pull towards him. His face seems a lot more familiar and identical for a stranger, but I find myself incapable of pinpointing the familiarity of this stranger.
As if on queue, his eyes land on me and I quickly avert my gaze.

*Good going you fool. He just caught you staring at him wide mouthed.* my conscience taunts me.

I look back at him.
His lips twitch into a half smirk, as if he expected me to look back, and I scrawl. Yes. You heard me right, I scrawl at him because he thought I'd look back. I mean okay, I did look back but he didn't have to make that seem so obvious and, mind you, I have an ego size of A Ostrich's egg and I like comforting it.
My scrawl gets returned by a Grin and I couldn't help but notice the mischievous glint that pass his eyes.
Those eyes, they seem a lot more familiar now. I try to recognize them, but my mind refuses to consider any of it. After a few moments of forceful raw reconsideration, I stop. But he does look very familiar.
I notice he hadn't found a table for himself and also, makes none of his muscles twitch to move. His eyes remain glued on my face and mine bore into his Blue oculus and the eye balling each other soon turns into a heated staring match.
Two minutes later, still not wavering, my eyes give up. I withdraw and with a sigh, put my hands up, surrendering. Standing up, I pick my purse (not before collecting the sugar bags, ofc) and walk up to the counter, handing my 6$ bill to the cash registrar. As I turn around, I look at the place where the hot Stranger stood, but couldn't find any trace of him.
Unable to mask my disappointment, I turn around and start leaving the cafe. I walk out to slip and fall face first into a puddle of Rainwater, shallow pits brimming with mud and sand and worms, not to mention. Swallowing the frustration and anger, I stand up and walk into the cafe, again, to clean myself up. As I look into the mirror by the wall, I see the Geek guy sitting at the table I was previously seated in. His eyes stare my butt and my blotchy, littered state , amusement clearly dancing beneath his mixed blue and green eyes.
I feel my cheeks heat up. To hide my embarrassment, I roll my eyes at him and rush into the washroom. As I entre the small space, I look into the mirror, at myself, and gag when I see a worm trying to find its way through my hair. And then, I scream. I scream and start pulling out my hair, banging and moving my head as if practicing contemporary moves on EDM.
When I feel the tingling feeling off my head, I breathe out a sigh of relief. As I sit down to stop my head from pounding because of all the heavy moves, I feel something fishy inside my pants. Panicking about what could probably be inside, I don't think twice before I quickly start undoing my pants and scream when I see a dozen little worms gliding on my inner thigh seeming to hurry inside my laced black panty. Not sure what to do, I scream. I scream as if my lungs are on fire, and never stop, afraid what the worms' next move could be.
Within seconds of heated screaming session, the door of the washroom kicks open, to reveal a Squared Jaw guy, his black hair neatly slacked back, his nutty, hazel eyes, filled with concern which slowly turns into amusement. I couldn't help the puzzled look that takes over my face and within seconds, the realization hit me. I'm standing in my Panties in front of a Hot yet a complete stranger who's barking with laughter in front of me. I quickly bring my hands in front of my legs, trying to cover them up. After a few moments of embarrassment, the guy sobers up, or may I say, tries to sober up and speak, "Are you.." ,and I start feeling funny in the pit of my tummy, and within seconds, the mocha makes its way out of my Stomach and into the basin.
My mouth feels dry because of the amount of screaming I did, not a few minutes ago. And then the creature moves again, I feel it making its way up my thigh into my Panties. This is when I start panicking again, as much as I want the panic attack to stop, I can't. My body starts trembling, and my heart starts thumping hard against my chest. As I try to stand, before my brain could register the situation, I tumble back, my head hits the wall and I slip into the world of black, deep slumber taking over me and into a pair of strong hands.
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