7 Minutes ✧ Syndisparklez

Old Times

(T R I G G E R W A R N I N G)

Gravel scraped against the sidewalk beneath my shoes. It was pretty quiet outside, all I could hear were my footsteps and my breathing. Pretty relaxing, actually. It's been a while since I've been able to relax, but this is the last place I'd expect to feel relaxed.

I straightened my shoulders, holding my head up higher. I needed to be on guard at all times.

~~An Odd Text~~
As Jordan Maron sat in the theater, watching the trailers for other comedy movies, his phone buzzed. Many people surrounding him quickly shushed him, reminding him to set his phone on silent.
An unknown number.
"hey, jordan!"

I climbed in the car, sticking the keys in the ignition to feel a bit of air conditioning. The breeze felt nice and cool, as opposed to the humid heat outside. Searching around the car, I finally spotted my wallet, buried beneath the backseat. At least it was out of sight.

~~A Reply~~
"I'm sorry, I don't recognize your number. Who is this?"

My poor, old wallet. I had to duck-tape the sides of it to keep it shut, the faux leather was beginning to peal off, but I'm too cheap to buy a new one.

Gravel scratched against the pavement, as I stepped out of the car. I leaned in to grab a pop bottle, maybe I could sneak it into the movies to avoid paying a million dollars for an overpriced soda-fountain drink.

~~An Old Friend~~
"it's ro. i got a new phone cause i accidentally dropped my old one in the pool. had to completely replace it  :/"

A sharp pain in the back of my neck jolted my head towards the steering wheel. I tried to turn around, but my vision was immediately blurred, I felt like passing out.

~~A Definition~~
Rabbit Punch
A blow to the back of the head or to the base of the skull. It is considered especially dangerous because it can damage the cervical vertebrae and subsequently the spinal cord, which may lead to serious and irreparable spinal cord injury, or death.

A fistful of my hair was pulled away from my head, slamming me onto the ground. I tried to scurry off the ground.
Am I being mugged?

~~A Conversation~~
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. How's it been?"
"good, yourself?"
"Doing better."
"i heard about that, it must've been awful."
"Yeah, but I've got a good support system :)"
"that's good."
"Yep."
"shoot, my phones about to die."
"Talk soon?"
"sure, see ya"

"P-Please, take what you want! Le-eave me alone!" I pleaded, holding my wallet up as an offering.

"Aw, Ingrid... You're even more pathetic than I remember."

My eyes widened, as I looked up to meet my "mugger's" face. A face I'd hope to never see again. But here we are.

~~The Attacker~~
Ex-boyfriend, Oliver Thompson.
An abusive, manipulative, asshole.
Small world, isn't it?

"What the fuck?" I whispered under my breath, my fingers trembling. This couldn't be real, I must have a concussion or something. I'm hallucinating.

"Get the fuck up!" he demanded, jerking on a fistful of my hair, lifting me to my feet. I watched, hopelessly, as he slammed the car door behind him, locking the keys inside.