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The One

Credit- my own

My name is Aleisha. I don't yet have that one guy who seems perfect, but I am determined to find one. I don't like to be alone, I've always be a very social girl, but I just haven't ever had a boyfriend. So I've been trying to find one.

I was walking home from work one dull afternoon, and I saw a man. He was just standing still and doing absolutely nothing, so I shrugged it off and thought nothing of it then continued my walk home. When I walked inside, I sat at my computer. I started talking with a man from my area named Hugh, and he seemed like a really nice man. He liked all of the things that I did, and he knew all of the right things to say to me, I was flattered and I really liked him and I thought he might be the one.

The next day, we chatted again, this time he invited me on a date so I accepted. He said to me that we would meet at Lawler's Hut tomorrow night. I was very excited, my first date!!

I picked out a pretty, short, red dress from my wardrobe. It was my favourite outfit, and I only used it for special occasions. I walked over to my mirror to apply my makeup. As I put on my eyeliner, I saw a movement near my bed. I swung around. There was a tall man standing there with a potato sack and a saucepan. "Hello darling, you ready for that date you promised me?" He hit me over the head with the saucepan, then put the sack over my head. I fell unconscious.

I woke up to the sound of someone sharpening a bunch of knives. I was bound very tightly to a chair.I started to shake in fear. I saw the man, (who I presumed was Hugh) turn around. "So have I been romantic enough yet sweetie?" It was then that I realized that he looked about the same size and shape as the man on the street. "How did you know where I lived, have you been watching me??" "Of course darling, how else was I to know what to tell you?" His face turned dark and vile, then he plunged me with the knife. I screamed so loud, that I think someone may have called the police, because very soon the sirens came rushing through the street. Then I blacked out from loss of blood.

I woke up in the hospital ward with a big clean white bandage wrapped around my chest. It hurt to move, but I thought I was going to be okay. Now I know, never to try and get a boyfriend who you don't know, because anything could happen when you don't know about their personality and queer ways. I know that I will never have a boyfriend now, and nor do I want one. Not even The One.