Chapter Three

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My head hurt really bad like the worse head ache ever. My body felt cold, wet, and sore. I sat up and tried to open my eyes. My vision was still blurry. I rubbed my eyes with my hands and looked around. I was still in the shower room in my swimming suit on, on the floor. I suddenly went into panic mode and looked around me.

The rose that was once there was no longer there and there was no evidence that it was ever there to begin with. I got up not feeling too steady on my feet. Walked the path I once took where I followed the rose petals into the bathroom. And there was nothing there. My head started to hurt really bad now. I was really honestly confused. I went back into the shower room and took my wet swimming suit off and put my tight black leggings and my Nike short sleeve shirt on and threw my hair up in a messy bun.

Opening the door I noticed it was night. I looked at my phone and it read 9pm.

"What the hell!" I said out loud

Have I been out that long?

How didn't anyone find me?

My head started hurting really bad and I just wanted to get home and lay down. So many questions running through my head. Was that rose really there? Did the person that left it there come back and get it so there was no evidence of it even being there in the first place. Before I even knew it I was parked in front of  my apartments driveway and I was sitting there staring at the steering wheel about to cry thinking about all of this that had just happen.  I hadn't even remembered driving home. I remember getting out of the gym and noticing it was night time and heading into my car. I do not remember actually driving home. What the hell was going on.

I just need too go inside and lay down. And relax and clear my head...yeah that will help.

Heading inside and putting my swim suit in the wash and start a load of clothes I go to my kitchen and prepare me a salad. I open up my refrigerator and I get a green juice. I walked swiftly over too my couch and begin to eat and drink my food and juice. I grab my my phone and stared at that business card. I read his name that was on it... Jaxson Floyd it read along with his number.

One date wouldn't be so bad.. the past couple days been crazy maybe this will be a good thing...

Pushing the numbers into my phone I shoot him a short text.

Samantha: Hey Jaxson. Its Sam from the Center Road doctor office. I am just reacting out to you too take that offer on that date ;)

A couple minutes go by and my phone makes a tweet sound.

Jaxson: I have been looking forward too your text. Let's meet tomorrow at First Streets Bar and Grill, in town. My treat and we will call it a date.

Samantha: Okay cool! It's a date! Goodnight.

I put my dishes up and head too the bed room I jump in for a quick shower because I still have the smell of pool water on my skin. Trying to keep my mind off the events that had happen the past couple days I lay on my bed and turn on my TV. My eyes start to close and my vision start to get blurry when I see a shape standing in front of my door then I see that same shape walking away. I popped my eyes open and nothing was there. Was I seeing things or was someone just standing in my bedroom doorway watching me drift off into a sleep. I rubbed my eyes and jumped out of bed cautiously. Grabbed my house robe and started too walk down the hall way and I walked threw my little room when a whole lot of wind hit me. Goose bumps was all over my body. And my front door was wide open. I hurried and closed it, locked it quickly and rested my back and head against it totally freaked out. My heart was beating so fast that I am pretty sure I could hear it. With trembling hands I double checked my door and made sure it was locked.

Maybe my mind was just playing tricks on me...maybe I just forgot to lock the door and my mind was doing funny things because I have been stressed and tired...

Walking back too my bedroom I curled up in my bed and I get this really eerie feeling inside the pit of my stomach and starts too drift away into a deep sleep.

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