It Started On A Cruise

Day Three

After storming out of the rooms yesterday, I don't know where anyone else went. I don't know who was attempting to follow me, because I had heard footsteps and shouting from behind me as I was leaving, but I didn't dare turn around. I wanted to leave the cruise already. I wished I never would have came, but it was my boss's idea for us to all go on a cruise.

"You're working too hard; you need a break. You need to take time off," he said.

He also said that zebra print and cheetah print were the same thing. So, I don't know why I didn't listen to my gut when I wanted to stay home. I really should have. I really regret my decision to go on this cruise. 

"Hey! Are you okay?!" I heard a familiar voice scream from above me. 

"Um, yeah. I'm fine," I said back. I chose not to look over my shoulder, because I was afraid as to who would be there. I quickly tried to walk away without having to look at whomever was calling me from behind.

I managed to make it to the slides before I felt someone-- or something-- tugging at my arm. I started to get nervous-- started shaking even. I was concerned. I wanted to turn and smack the person. However, I was afraid as to whom it was. 

I had no idea what to do. I stood there, looking like a deer caught in the headlights. I tried speaking, but nothing would come out. I couldn't say anything, even though I tried so hard. I wanted to run, but I couldn't do that either. Why was it so difficult to move? A sudden chill came over my body. Fear rushed over me. I was stunned. 

"Hello, gorgeous," I heard the person say who was standing behind me. They were still gripping hold of my arm sleeve. I wanted to tear from their grasp. It was at that moment that I remembered what my grandmother used to tell myself and my siblings. 

She used to tell us, "Never be bullied into silence. Never allow yourself to be made a fool. Accept no one's definition of your life, but define yourself." I'm pretty sure she got it from some Harvey Fierstien, but that's besides the point. I thought long and hard about her words right then. I shouldn't listen to what was being told to me by my brain. I thought long and hard for a few moments. I tuned everyone else out and just simply thought about me. I thought about how many times I've let people push me down and get away with it; not today though. I seperated-- for a quick instance-- my mind's control over my bodily control. I was prepared to fight.

I turned around, making the person lose grip of my shirt sleeve. I jutted my elbow into their stomach, without looking at them. I quickly put them on the ground, and began to hit them. Not once did I dare look at their face. I was afraid that I would look and realize what I was doing. I wanted to keep this control that I had. I loved the control that I had over my body, instead of my mind controlling me. I continued giving punches, one after another. I kept hitting them. I just kept on and kept on. I slowly felt myself losing control of my body. I got off of who originally started messing with me. 

I didn't recognize whomever it was that I had been hitting at first. After my mind regained control, I could finally focus on who it was. "Kash?!" I screamed, completely bewildered.

"Did you miss me, hon?"