Goddess child

Death

It was raining harder than normal that night. The raindrops felt like ice-cold needles against my body. My clothes were soaking wet revealing the vivid color of my bra in my sheer top. I felt like a damsel in distress. There was no one out that night that would protect me or save the day. That was the night that my life changed. The night I died.

I walked past the park while shivered under the frigid air. The weather usually wasnt like this. It was mid-march. It was late and no one was out but some party goers on their way home. I thought of how I wouldn't be in this situation if my car hadn't broke down. The college campus could be declared a city itself. I was studying mythology and creative arts this year.

I passed the swing set where the swings had been swung through the air by the violent wind. Under a tree there was a dark man wearing a trench coat puffing on a cigarette. When it's late and you're alone, it feels like everyone is watching you. I wanted to be back at my dorm. Id lock the doors and I could feel safe again. I started to run. I was only a block away from my apartment. My gut burned. It got harder to catch my breath. I thought my heart would jump out of my chest but I didn't stop. I kept running, running and running. I finally stopped at my front door. The lights were out. I guess my roommate was gone. I fumbled for my keys. Trying to find the right one. It was like trying to find a needle in a haystack. Shit. I finally heard the lock switch over. I let my self in and locked the door. I was glad to be safe. Out of the rain and out of the scary darkness of the night. I lit lavender scented candles to try to calm my mind. I sat into a yoga position and meditated. I urged my mind to let go of the fear that clouded my mind. I went to bed after that.

I awoke still half a sleep but something just felt weird. It was odd. The air just felt different. I sat up in my bed and turned my lamp on. Why did my apartment smell vaguely like cigarette smoke? I cautiously got out of bed to investigate. I had a bottle of pepper spray in my purse but I left it in the kitchen.Damn. I quietly tip toed down the hallway. The tile under my feet felt cold. My body was shivering. I should have grabbed my robe. I was searching for an intruder in nothing but my underwear. I turned the kitchen light on and spotted my purse. I dug through it for thirty seconds before I found my secret weapon. I tucked it inside my underwear. I looked all over the apartment and found no evidence that my home had been invaded. I still couldn't figure out why I smelled cigarettes. I walked over to the living room and switched the TV on. There was no way that I was going back to sleep. It was 4:30 in the morning. I was about to start studying for my English test that would be in a few hours. Suddenly I heard the faint patter of footsteps.Oh, shit. Somebody really is in my apartment. I just searched the whole apartment five minutes ago. I had to hide fast. My couch didn't sit all the way against the wall. I took advantage of that extra space and jumped behind the couch. The footsteps were coming closer. I could see the shadow of him at the end of the hallway. A tall man in a black trench coat stepped out of the shadows. Oh my god! It's the man from the park. Did he follow me home? What did he want from me? I covered my mouth so he wouldn't hear my heavy breathing. What the hell was going on. How long has he been here? The mysterious man stood there for a few seconds staring in my direction as if he could see right through the couch. He walked in a circle as if he was just admiring the decor. He stood facing my direction again. He took off his hat revealing his face and smiled. My jaw dropped. I was puzzled because I had no idea why he was smiling in the dark. I was stunned and pissed. I've seen this guy before. He was a student at the university. He was charming and handsome. Most of the girls in my class were infatuated with him. {Including me.} He was different. I could never figure him out. He was one of those people who didn't look for attention. Attention found him. He wasn't just a chick magnet. He was a people magnet. Even the guys wanted to be his best friend. I wasn't as scared knowing it was familiar face. Not to say I wasn't worried to why he was in my apartment, uninvited. I slowly climbed out of my hole and revealed myself. As I climbed out of the hole, I felt my cheeks blush red. I was only wearing a pink bra and lace panties. Oh, damn! This is so embarrassing. What is wrong with me? David Ambrosio has seen me naked. He didn't even have to take me out .Great.