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Vanessa

Right as I start to awake, my mind is clogged with thoughts.  Even before I open my eyes, events from last night replay in my mind.

"Hey," Logan wraps his arms around my body, "It's alright. You're alright now."

"Please... Stay"
With no hesitation, he responds,
"Ok, I will"

"I am sorry,"
"It's alright, Vanessa," he says calmly, "We all have bad dreams."

Oh, Logan, if it was only that simple.

I crack my eyes open slightly. Greeted to white, hotel-like sheets, I gaze down at the sheets wrapped around my torso and legs. Relieve floods over me when I realize I am still wearing the same clothes from last night.

Even with the fluffy sheets, my body starts to feel cold. Detangling myself from the cocoon of sheets, I sit up and look around the room I have spent the night it.

From a queen size bed, a dresser I could only dream to have, and black and white photos lining the walls, the room is very aesthetically pleasing. Yet I am still left with the feeling that it seems to be missing something.

Something like a little color

Yawning, I reach other over to the dresser where I saw my phone moments ago, and I'm greeted with many messages from a certain friend of mine.

Ashley:

Hey where did you go??

Jesus Christ did you leave?

I swear I will be so fucking pissed if you were kidnapped or some shit

VANESSA WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME WITH ALL OF THESE CRAZY HORMONE-CRAZED RESIDENTS

Ok someone of them are cute but THATS NOT THE POINT

Call me back!

Last night, I would have let Ashley know I was going, but she would of asked too many questions that I didn't know or want the answers to. She was also with all the rest of the first-years so it wasn't like she was completely abandoned.

Anyway, along with a dozen phone calls, the messages go on and on.

Well at least if I go missing I know someone will notice

Especially if your crazy father comes back

No Vanessa, do not think like that. He still has a few more years of jail.

I scroll through all of my voicemails from Ashley, and one after another I listen to each of them and delete them.

I make my make through all 13 of them, until I reach my last voicemail of last night.

The one I so hoped was a dream.

My hand grips my phone as more memories flood back. Trembling fingers hover over my phone- no I'm not going to listen to it again.

For all I know it was a stupid prank call, someone who just wanted to fuck with my night.  Someone who wanted me to have half a drink and make me scared shitless that I go home with Logan.