No songs! Sorry!!
I shut the front door behind me as I step out onto the porch. The weather was in my favor tonight, as it had long since stopped raining. The temperature had also increased significantly, so most of the ice on the roads had melted.
I had chosen to wear my black dress and my combat boots, leaving my hair in its natural waves. I was ready for tonight to be over, already.
The street lights were plenty enough light for me to get to the restaurant. The glow of the bulbs had a calming effect over me, breaking through the darkness and cold.
I pulled by coat a little tighter around
me, looking up at the sky. It was cloudy, from the previous rainfall, but a few stars and the crescent moon peaked through. I sighed, wishing I could see the stars every night. That's nearly impossible when you live in New York.
I take a deep breath when I see the bridge come into view. Memories flood my brain, knocking the breath out of me. I had been flirting with death that day, so close to becoming death itself. I'm thankful that Harry showed up.
Harry.
Only now do I realize that I haven't seen him for the past two days. I wonder where he's been and why he hasn't come to visit me. I'm a little hurt, wishing he had said something to me before my date. I sigh, picking up my speed as I walk across the bridge.
A haunting feeling settles deep inside me, chilling my bones, my blood, my heart. I glance around me frantically, suddenly feeling like I'm in danger. I can't help but feel like something is going to happen. I try to shake the thoughts and feelings away, but they stay in the back of my mind.
I sigh in contentment as I walk along the sidewalk of the woodsy looking restaurant. A bell chimes as I push the door open. I look around the small building, only seeing two other people in the room, a waitress, and an old man, sipping on his coffee and reading a newspaper.
I slowly walk over to a booth by the window, hoping that Storm would get here soon. I didn't feel like waiting.
I sit down and watch the large boats gliding across the river in the distance. Their lights reminded me of the stars. Both had a calming effect over me, soothing my nerves.
I don't know how long I sat there, all alone, waiting for Storm to show up. An hour, at least. Maybe Harry was right. Maybe Storm really isn't going to show up. I curse myself, pinching the underside of my leg for being so stupid. Why would a boy as gorgeous as Storm go for a girl as shy and pathetic as me?
The waitress comes over to my table for the fourth time, asking me if I want something to eat again, I'm sure. She's asked me that each time she has come over here, but I turned her down, saying I was waiting on someone.
"We're closing, miss. It's ten thirty," she says quietly, shrugging on a black jacket, and turning off the lamps in the window sills. I sigh. How foolish of me. I stand up, joining her in putting my coat on.
"Bless your heart, I bet you were waiting on a boy, weren't you? You're all dressed up..." Her voice fades off, looking at me from head to toe, a sympathetic look on her face. I shrug. "A stupid boy," I manage to smile and she chuckles. "You have a good night. Be careful on your way home." I nod and bid her farewell, taking deep breaths as I walk across the bridge.
As I begin to go across, I see a figure coming my direction, from the other side of the bridge. I stop, my breath hitching in my throat. No one should be coming to the restaurant, it's closed. The figure comes closer, and my heart beats rapidly in my chest. I take baby steps forward, cursing myself for being such a coward.
A coward, I say in my head. A fool and a coward. What a great combination.
As I near the figure, I'm able to breathe again, and my heart finally slows down.
"Storm!" I say, smiling. "I thought you stood me up, I was so worried and-" he cuts me off by pressing a finger to my lips, a sinister look in his eyes. My eyes widen at his action, not sure how this will end up. Is he trying to be seductive?
He doesn't say a word, just looks into my eyes with a sense of evil I can't explain. Finally, he speaks up.
"How foolish," Pause. "Of you," another pause. "To trust a handsome boy that you met on the bus." My eyes widen once more, my heartbeat speeding up again as well. "How foolish of you to agree to come to a secluded place, at night, with a boy you don't even know," he whispers, cocking his head to the side and squinting his eyes. I don't think he's trying to be seductive. However, he may just be trying to scare me. He was so nice on the bus and at school, he couldn't possibly be serious. When I realize that he's probably kidding, I start to laugh.
But he doesn't. Instead, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out an object. I can't see too well because of the dark, and the moon just so happened to slip behind a cloud. I gulp as he brings the object up, to where I can actually see it.
My breath comes out in shaky puffs, my hands trembling in my coat pockets. Metal gleams in the darkness, and it makes me uncomfortable that it's so close to me.
It's a knife.
no Storm wat r u doing
