My Waitress (NOT EDITED)

Chapter 5

I'm falling.

I look up, nothing's there.

I look down, nothing's there.

All I see is blackness. Darkness.

I cry out. For someone. Anyone. Mom? Dad?

I hit something hard, making my vision blur.

I see a car. A familiar light gray Range Rover. Sinking into the darkness.

Screams are filling my ears.

I can't move. I can't do anything.

To save them.

I shoot up from my bed, panting heavily. Sweat covers the back of my neck as my heart beats in my ears. I take my heavy panting down to slow breaths. I close my eyes. Breathe in, breathe out.

I finally calm down. I take in my surroundings, making sure everything is alright. Why wouldn't it be, though?

The sunlight creeps in my studio from the windows. It's pretty bright outside. I wonder what I should do today...

I scavenge for my phone and finally found it in my school bag. Oh. Crap. School.

I turn on my phone to see the lock screen. 7:45. School starts in 20 minutes. I can't be late on the second day of school! I just got here, new, fresh from the oven, I can't have another tardy on my attendance already.... And I didn't do the rest of my homework! Why didn't I do it?

Let's dance.

Oh. I barely remember now.

Malachi. He danced with me to some old song. The way we moved around the diner, and him holding me close, humming that old song. The way he looked at me with those mesmerizing ocean blue eyes, spinning me around. Every time he spun me around, it felt like I was untangling a rope that was wrapped around me, a rope that held me back, preventing me from moving. From being free.

Stop, and get ready for school!

I put my phone back in the front compartment of my bag where I found it and quickly brush my teeth and take a speedy shower, slipping in some army green shorts with a white crop top that says in black cursive writing, Don't change my life, that's for me to decide, and black sneakers. I unzip my lunchbox and stash a bunch of snacks in there, not having time making a proper lunch. I zip it back up to a point where any of the snacks won't fall out. I sling my backpack over my shoulder, grabbing my keys in the process. I open the door midway then stop. I backup to where my vanity is and pick up my bracelet, putting it on. I'll never forget that.

I lock the door from behind and dash out the brick building. I rush out of the streets of Atlanta entering a suburban area outside the heart of the city. I make my way up a hill, seeing the high school in the distance. Almost there. Yet so far.

My head starts to throb. "No no no not right now," I whine. My vision faintly blurs. I wince at the pain my head is causing me. I fully stop at the top, placing my hand on my head. Please go away...

I hear something behind me. It sounds like a car, coming in fast. I turn around to see a shiny black Tesla racing down the road. The music bursts out the speakers. Crazy driver. I try to make out the driver before it passes me, but it didn't pass me. As if the driver saw me, the car screeches to a complete stop next to me. Oh no, is a pervert trying to give me a lift? If I start walking, he'll probably follow me in his car, or even get out the car and follow me. Either way, I don't think I can run anymore with this pain in my head. Should I just let him take me to a warehouse, or a basement? Maybe I can do a dramatic escape there.