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Chapter 7

I open my eyes, sunlight knocking on my window. I look around, trying to remember about last night but nothing came out. I have no recollection how I got here. All I remembers was that I was with Laura at the party and now I'm here, lying on my bed. How did I end up here?
I sit up abruptly. The room starts to spin, when someones image strike in my mind. Blurred image of someone lifting me off the car, all these memories continuously hitting my mind. But I don't know, if it's a  dream or real. Fighting nausea, I take several deep breaths, one hand pressed to my churning stomach and the other to my clammy forehead.
I feel sick.
I walk to take shower.
After washing heaviness off my skin. I wear my plain black T-shirt paired with  dark grey denim jeans and tied my hair into a messy bun.
I grabbed my bag and walk out of the room. My stomach squeezing which makes me realise how hungry I am right now.
I went to the canteen. It was crowded. Well, I'm not the only person who hadn't taken the dinner last night.
After grabbing my burger and a chocolate milkshake, I walk outside since the garden is more peaceful and silent than that crowded canteen.
I settle myself down on the grass, taking one bite of my burger, enjoying this morning sunshine when one voice appeared from behind "Hey, Where you have been last night?".
I glanced up and found Laura, having coffee in her hand.

I turn my head back "In my room..." taking another bite of my saucy burger.

"Why?" she asked and sat beside me "Why don't you tell me before leaving?"

"I could but..." taking long heavy breath "But the thing is, I really don't remember anything that. Why did I leave the party? How did I end up in my room?" I sigh, "And when I woke up in this morning, my head was pounding like a hell".

"What?" Laura almost split her coffee "Had you met anyone or took anything from anyone strange?"

"God damit....I don't remember anything" I yelled. "All I remembered that I was with a guy, What was his name?" Forcing myself to remember his name. All this is just a blank paper to me. Am I brain damaged or something? Oh God.
"Yes, Oliver. His name was Oliver.
"What?" She seems too shock, eyes that are wide, with white showing around the whole iris " You were with Oliver Martin?"
I nodded.
Squeezing her eyes shut, she release a heavy sigh "Oh God, this can't be true".
" What's wrong?" Adrenaline shooting through my system. Did I do something which I shouldn't have to? I feel my throat dry. "Stop scaring me. Please just spit it out".
"The thing is...." She pause "He was total asshole. There is lot of story of him about his hook up and all. He had bad history with women. He just use and throw women like a tissue".
I wish, I remember more. Did something happened to me? No-no, when I woke up this morning. I felt nothing painful except my head. I didn't feel anything unusual, no sign of misact.

She turned to face me, opening her mouth to speak, pausing to collect her thoughts, then continuing "Did he do anything to you?"
"I don't know. As I said, I don't remember anything". I feel like I'm loosing an ability to concentrate.

There follows a long silence. It’s not really silent, though. It’s quite loud, actually, loud and cavernous, echoing with her disbelief about him.
After a moment, she continued "How are you now?"
"Alive, I guess".
"There is one more thing that you need to know".
Her statement make me nervous again. I gulp the remaining saliva in my throat, hearing my own heartbeat, which beaten so fast right now.
"Oliver Martin found dead this morning"
"What?" I almost stand up on my feet, getting sensation of not being able to get enough oxygen.

She add "Someone found his slaughtered body far from our party venue,".
Now this is getting very serious. Because, bloody hell, I don't remember any single detail about him. I can't believe, he's dead.

Taking a deep, pained breath and closing the eyes, she continued "I wouldn't have to leave you alone. This is all my fault" her voice cracks. 

"No" I assures her "This is not your fault at all".
She give me painful smiled and pull me into a hug "I'm really sorry. I should've listened you".
"Who is behind this?" I ask, pulling myself away to see at her.

"Don't know" she replied, "But must be someone very cruel. Someone who doesn't have the heart".