Black Tears

opportunity

My head... it's throbbing. I can barely focus. Opening my eyes I can clearly tell I'm somewhere I've never seen before. I'm in a bed that does not belong to me. Silk bedsheets and marble flooring- where am I?

I sit in an upright position with my hands rested upon my forehead. Did I get kidnapped?

I need to focus. Think... think...

I returned home from work... and then a strange man was in my house saying he's in a famous boyband saying Isabella is dead. I can't help but laugh at the dream I just had. A boyband member entered my house pinning me against my kitchen wall telling me my roommate is dead. Maybe I drank something I wasn't supposed to drink.

but... if this was just a dream... why am I here?

I should look around for some clue, maybe it's just a really fancy hospital. Did I have another episode?

Standing up trying to balance myself I walk towards a light that's dimmed by red silk curtains. Opening the silky curtains, I notice that behind was a large window that replaces the whole wall. Now, this is fancy, something is not adding up. I can see the whole city skyline with the CN tower almost in perfect view. Is this... a penthouse?

Everything started to add up.
This wasn't a dream... this is real.

Looking across the room there's a dresser. A note has been placed beside it on a black coffee table with my name in gold cursive lettering written across it. Opening the black letter it reads...

"Please feel free to wear the clothes provided in the closet. When you're ready we will be waiting downstairs for you. -RM"

RM..? Oh god... I remember that name. Another member of this boyband. How does Isabella's death relate to any of this?! I must call the police.

I pat down my pockets and my phone isn't there. Figures. Maybe it's in the closet? I open the doors and of course, it is a walk-in closet. Purses and shoes organized along the walls, dresses that cost more than my yearly rent, even watches and jewelry placed in a glass container.

This is fucking crazy. I'm getting the hell out of here. I don't know what kind of sugar daddy shit this is but I am not that kind of girl.

I do a quick scan across the room once again in hopes of finding any phone I can call for help, but yet again I come up with nothing. I have no other choice but to leave. I don't know what their intentions are with me, but it's safe to say I should bring something, or anything in this matter to protect myself.

I look at the curtain I saw when I woke up and immediately got an idea. A curtain rod has the reach and versatility to be annoying in the least and incapacitating at best. I can use this rod as a spear to keep these men as far away as possible from me. I remember my father taught me self-defence when I was just 6 years old.

He told me "Avoid slashing. Aim for the face, neck, and groin if time allows, but aiming center may be the best option in any unpredictable situation."

Father, please watch over me.

It was a bit of a struggle to get the rod in hand but in roughly 5 minutes I managed. Opening the door slowly, I can see a large hallway with multiple doors on each wall. Past the doors, I walk down the large staircase and I can see a home movie theatre which I'm assuming is supposed to be a living room. Just then I stop in my tracks. I hear voices coming from the room past this door.