Listen To Your Heart ~ Book One.

Listen To Your Heart

(I'm gonna try to rewrite this story. Hopefully make it allot better.)

(I'm jogging the streets of Miami, Florida. I had gone there to visit some friends while on vacation, but both of them had made it clear to me that they wanted some 'fuck time' to themselves. I didn't care; they were both driving me insane anyway. I needed the fresh air and some exercise to clear my head after days of listening to their so-called 'issues.' I wasn't really a "people person." I had no idea that was about to change.)

(I notice the sun starting to set, so I pick up my pace. Hoping to make it back to the hotel before it got too dark. I round the corner and suddenly collide with an elderly gypsy woman, who seems to have materialized from thin air.)

""What the...?" I stammer.

"Sir, you're just in time! Please deliver this pizza to the Mandarin Oriental Hotel, Room 13 on the 18th floor. Follow the instructions on the note!"

"Wait...who are you?"

"No time to chat. Here's a hundred bucks for delivering pizza. The hotel's straight ahead. Go now! She needs you!"

"Who needs me?" I ask, glancing in the direction she had indicated. When I turn back, the woman has vanished.)

"What the hell?" I mutter, looking around... but there's no one there.)

(Still, a hundred dollars was a hundred dollars. I checked the pizza box to confirm there was actually a pizza inside and not some ridiculous prank—or worse, a bomb.)

(I run down the street until I reach the hotel. Fancy place, I think to myself. Walking through the main entrance, the desk clerk shoots me a look like I'm a piece of trash that just wandered in.)

"Umm...pizza delivery...18th floor?" 

"The elevators are over there," he grumbles.

(I step into the elevator and press the button for the 18th floor. The transparent glass walls offer a sweeping view of the surrounding landscape.)

"18 stories high, hell of a drop." 

(I speak aloud to myself, reminiscing about some of the rollercoasters I used to ride. I get off on the 18th floor and follow the signs to room 13. I see a slightly open door ahead. I glance at the door number—room 13. I knock softly and step inside, just in time to see a woman poised on the windowsill, preparing to jump. The wind swept through her green and black hair.)

"Shit!!" 

(I toss the pizza box onto a nearby chair, rush over, grab the woman by the waist, and pull her back in.)

"NOOOO! Let me go! I want to die! I want to die! I want to die!" 

(She screams frantically, pounding against my hands.)

(I pull her back onto the bed, and we fall onto it together. I sit there, my heart pounding as the woman sobs uncontrollably on the bed, her face buried in her hands.)

(I walk to the window, closing and locking it securely, then return to the bed and sit on the far side, quietly watching the mysterious woman cry. Talk about weird as fuck pizza deliveries. I didn't know what the hell was going on, but I sure as hell didn't expect this.)