I was struggling & screaming for help, I didn't know what was going on around me but I was extremely claustrophobic and this wasn't any type of comfort for me.
The door of the room I was in opened, there was a bright light coming for the door, someone approached me it was the man who followed me in the mall, he drew a blade out of his pocket.
I screamed, and tried to push my way away from him but he grabbed me and urged that I just relax.
I was in so much pain & distress I was still screaming he led the blade to my stomach he was wearing a ski mask so I couldn't see his face but the minute the blade pierced my skin I awoke.
I was gasping for air & I screaming even though it was nightmare. Of course Tim barged in asking " what was wrong?" I responded "nothing get out." He just closed the door nodding.
I wiped the sweat off my forehead and looked at the clock it was "12:30" That was uncommon for someone who worked so commonly.
I walked out the room to make breakfast, eggs, bacon, and waffles. All for this Queen, when I was making the food Tim walked in like a sad puppy asking for food.
I said to him, " No. You're not getting any because when you decide to get off your ass and work then you can have some of this but until then no."
He gave me a very sad glance and walked away I was extra rude today.
I felt stressed because of that nightmare, I needed a relax day.
So I sat on the couch turned on the TV & just slouched. He turned on the shower water but I didn't pay it any mind. Minutes later I heard a banging noise coming from the bathroom it was Tim. I ran in there with concern to see what he was doing or at least trying to do.
He was in the bathtub with a string around his neck with the water running with him under the water. He was trying to drown himself. I immediately rushed to save him.
I cut the water off and retrieved him from the water he was unconscious with a bloody gash on his head he needed medical help there was no telling how much water had clogged his nose.
It was weird to me that I actually was worried about him when he left in the ambulance they told me that he would be patched up and get him some rest, and that I could visit tomorrow.
The whole day I was thinking " why'd he try to commit suicide did he really hate his life on earth?" " What was he running from that made him want to end his life?"
"Was this because of me?" It couldn't have been I was doing him a favor by letting him stay with me in the first place if anything he needed to wake up thanking me for everything I've done.
My mind slipped as I thought about Tim, there still was that thought in my mind about that dream, I was so confused why was that man only trying to hurt me? Where was Gina?
Again my mind slipped from one topic to another too much was going on in my life and was only 20! I needed to enjoy life & get out of this apartment and get into someone's club.
I got dress with confidence I had a mindset in my head that once I was out the door I was going to leave all my worries in my apartment and be worry-free at the club I was feeling a little better.
When I grabbed my purse & my phone I headed out the door when, my eyes locked with the eyes of someone I wasn't expecting.
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A Living Fancy
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