Final Nightmare

1. Zari new beginnings

Zari.

I woke up with a sudden jolt as a piercing scream left my lips. I quickly grabbed at my neck and felt to see if my head on was straight due to sudden pain throbbing from the side of my neck, I whined and used my right had to massage it the best way I could. Using my left hand, I threw the white plush covers off me and threw my feet from the bed. I stood up to the best of my abilities and walked to the two French doors I had to my left.

It was the peak of November. The brown, yellow, red, and orange leaves were scattered across the streets and parks, more like a scene in a romantic movie every girl dream of. The smell of cinnamon and spices filled the cool air as it was carried with the wind across the city. I took in the wonderful smell as I looked down at the many people that was enjoying themselves in any way they could at the park. I smiled down at a couple that were holding hands showing each other how much they loved each other, when they kissed, I mugged down at them and walked back into my room.

"Fuck couples, fuck marriage," I mumbled as I locked my doors. I walked out of the room and down the hall to the living room. I stopped at a tiny stand table that had pictures in all sizes plastered all over the glass service. I picked a picture up and lightly smiled at it, but then all the things he put me through came flooding back. Shaking my head, I placed the picture face down. I didn't know where he was and now, I could care less. I told him what I had to tell him before I had to die, and that's it. He won't have the pleasure of a conversation with me, sad to say but he had to earn it back. I dealt with him and his bullshit for too long.

Feeling the pressure of something weighing heavy on my bladder I ran back to my room and looked for the bathroom. Once I finally found it, I quickly pulled down my shorts and released all the pee I had built up since everything began. I tilted my head to the side and realized that not once did I wash, pee, eat, shit, or none of that since the demonic shit happened. I looked at body in disgust and quickly threw all my clothes off.

"Oh my gosh, I feel so dirty," I whined. I wiped myself and flushed. As soon as I got up, I ran towards the shower and stepped inside. I turned on the knob to extremely hot and stood under the water. The hot water burned my skin, but as of now I didn't have a care in the world. I've never felt this dirty in my entire life, and it was ridiculous that I just realized that.

After an hour of my shower, I put on comfortable clothes and walked into the kitchen. The first thing that I did was walked to the fridge. I opened it and my mouth instantly watered. I snatched something that was already cooked and peeled the top off. I took a whiff of it and shrugged.

"Smells like spaghetti," I turned on my heels and placed the container in the microwave. Pushing the number three I snapped my head in the direction of the front door and arched my brow.

"Who the hell knocking at my door," Thinking the worst, I quickly went through the drawers and found the sharpest knife that I could. I held the knife in one hand behind my back and slowly made my way to the front door. Sighing deeply, I unlocked the door and snatched it open.

"Delivery for Miss Cruz?"

There's stood a tall man with a brown mail outfit holding a vase full of roses in one hand and a box under his arm.

"Oh," I threw the knife on the floor and grabbed the box from the man. I placed it to the right of me and took the vase full of flowers from out his hands.

"Thank you," I lightly smiled as I step back and let the door shut. I locked the door and placed the flowers on the coffee table and looked around for a card or something that'll tell me where this came from.

I finally found the card and took it from the middle of the red and white roses. I opened the note and tilted my head to the side.

"Please join me in a thanksgiving dinner at my place on the 23rd of This month. I would really hope to see each and every one of you, no matter of fact I better see every one of you little mother fuckers. This will be a formal dinner, so inside the box will be the dress or suit I handpicked. Here's to new beginnings. P.s pack some clothes and don't worry about transportation, just be ready and outside by 12:30 on the 22nd.