Straight into my demise

The high bluish scraper stares down at me clothed in its numerous glass windows. 

Lucky it, I felt naked.

Images of Jake on me, his beastly eyes on my body, his sharp teeth biting into my skin, his hands rampaging through my clothes, pinning me down while his tongue took disgusting strokes down my body and his saliva clothing it, such monstrous images raid my thoughts. 

“Don't cry Krystal! You are grown now!” I tell myself, forcing back loads of piled up tears as my watery eyes stare up at the enormous blue scraper.

"What the fuck was I doing here? 

Shoulders brush against mine as I stand aimless in the crowd.

They all push me rushing into the building. It's then I realized, I couldn't go in.

I was unable to go in with a bag containing a body warmer he had even forgotten he had even purchased, talk less about giving it to him but then, I had nowhere to go and to make matters worse, I forgot the umbrella.

I realize when my feet would rather not move… I couldn't go back home.

I stand in front of the building for hours until the sun goes down, retiring, mindless of me or my troubles. 

Blue turns into nothing, people speed like the seconds hand on a clock fading into the background and the illusions of time. Staring at the building for almost an eternity, thought raid my head, disturbing ones.

I felt grey.

Colour drains out my face, cold treks into my chest, fear laces all my thoughts but all changes when there's warmth on my cold shoulders. 

Hesitantly I bring my eyes up, a pair of grey eyes stare back at me. In the empty crowd, I only saw glowing grey.

"Are you alright?" Her kind voices caressed my ears. For the first time in years, I realized…

I didn't remember the last time I heard those words. No one cared enough to ask. They only demanded my silence and a listening ear. No one cared enough to ask those three words

' Are you alright?'

The warmth of her palm is cold compared to the warmth I find in her eyes as I stare back at her blankly.

"Are you nervous?"

I hear her kind voice once again. It reminded me of cherries, the juicy ones I always stole from the nasty old woman down our street then shared with Mama while we ran down the dusty street laughing with our happy voices echoing around. It unlocked some kind of vault, one that set me free, free from my worries.

She holds my hands, rushing into the building;

"We will be so late! I admit I have cold feet and I have been standing outside for several minutes. It is also my first time…must be yours seeing how nervous you look! It's terrifying for me too!”

"Late for? First time? Terrifying?" 

It's then it hits me. Oh, she's a writer!

Probably a horror writer but she seems too animated for one. I always imagined they would be walking horrors with sadistic grins on their faces, blood tasty gazes…

She's a writer, and she thinks I am here for the Empowerment program. Sorry love, I don't have my life that put together, at least… not yet.

She has cold feet, but I don't have cold feet like her, and I am not even here for the empowerment programme, instead I am here to return a body warmer to a guy who has probably forgotten that he gave me the bloody body warmer and I just escaped rape from a 6 feet 4 guy.

That's how fucked up my life is right now!

Truth be told, I even booked a $50 taxi to… To what again?

Yes, follow my heart! Dumb Me! 

"The grand opening, silly…I am Jenny by the way! What about you?" She interrupts my thoughts.

"Krystal. You're a writer?

" No! God…but damn it, I wish…" She chuckles.

"… I am actually here as a waiter to serve…aren't you?

I look at her a little confused. Why would I be here to serve? I am an online writer with no actual job, be it part-time or full-time.

Why did she think I was supposed to serve? I look at her. She is dressed in a white shirt and a black skirt with red boots.

“ Ohhh…that's why! “

I am dressed like a waiter but looking at the bright side, I have something to take my mind off my monstrous thoughts and honestly speaking, I would rather be waiting tables than standing outside or even worse going back home.

“You know you tend to zone out a lot, right?!” She chuckles humorously, then drags me inside.

Ladies and gentle men…

And that's how I find myself with a tray handing out Champagnes and wines to guests.

What a life I live!

I move holding the tray as I walk through the crowd. Walking in the crowd, I am stopped by a petite beauty. Her hair is black and short and her lips pink, her eyes are large and blue and her nose a little like an anime character.

“I'd have one of those!” Her tone rude and demeaning.

“Red wine? White wine? Champagne?"

“That!” She points.

I trace her fingers to the white wine. Using my free hand, I pick it up, handing it over to her.

“God! Are you deaf?!” She screams out. 

I look down at the sliver tray, I had given her 'white wine' but why then was she shouting? Didn't she asks for white wine?

I stare down at the ground because now, all eyes were on me

Her useless yelling made everyone turn to me. 

Saddest thing is I AM NOT EVEN GETTING PAID FOR THIS!

“Are you deaf? I clearly told you 'red wine' not 'white!'…or are you also blind too? Can't you see through those doll ish eyes?!” 

“ God, hearing your voice makes me wish I was deaf, and seeing you provokes me to just pluck my 'doll ish' eyes out!" Is what I should've said, but instead I find myself apologizing; 

“I am so sorry!” I say with my head facing the floor.

“Are you dull because you have a dummy's brain?” She picks a glass of wine and…

Before I know it, the red liquid is all over my shirt. People are with their phones videoing.

What's wrong with this generation? Didn't anyone see I needed help?

“My God!…Did you see her expression? That's totally a meme!…. Her face was like…!”

A lady in the crowd makes a stupid expression. My eyes go to the podium and I see HIM staring at me with those same blue eyes, the ones that had smiled at me the last time we saw each other now pitied me…

He climbs down from the podium and heads towards my direction. In his eyes, there's some kind of empathy or maybe just pity…GOD! If this isn't embarrassing, I don't know what is.

I want to race the FUCK OUT of here, but it's too late, he is right in front of me.

The Earth should have opened up and swallowed me, so I would happily burn beneath the earth crust!

“Krystal, behind me!” His tone is serious as he issues his command with his hands on my shoulders.

The crowd goes wild.

I look up at him stunned, the crowd runs mad again. Their phones are still videoing us.

I care for nothing else, Mama Nature…I would proudly die now with thy green roots wrapping round my body…Ahhhh!!! He remembered my name?

He walks towards Miss Red wine. His blue eyes stare down at her name tag; “Camilia… Clarke…you are a writer, right?

She nods, melting in her spot. His blue eyes stare at her in a flirty way, actually his eyes stare at everyone like that, some times, I wondered if he had any idea what his gaze did to people.

He instructs one of his workers, 

“ Exclude her name…"

He averts his gaze back to her; "You can go home now, Camilla…" 

God, the way the words sound on his lips! I am dead! Cupid killed me yet again with one more shot.

He brings out a handkerchief, hanging it over to me. I feel like my heart is twerking to Cardi b in my chest. 

He says to me in his raspy voice, his tone dominant like he is giving a command to a child. 

“...clean up, Peanut!…You are stained!”

Was he making a period joke? Or was it just my head that made it sound like a period joke?… probably the latter.

“Thank you." I take the handkerchief from him. For some reason, all my worries fly out of my head and my cheeks burn from the fire of Cupid's shot. Embarrassed and shy, my legs just start moving like a brakeless vehicle and I head for the toilet, not bothering to look back.

Finally in an enclosed space, 'the restroom,' I look at myself in the mirror. Wetting the handkerchief, I clean the red stains off. My cheeks are red and on fire right now. 

Blushing like a maniac for more than an hour and replaying his words in my head. I finally decide to head out.

Once I twist the knob of the restroom door, my phone rings. The name 'Meg' pops up on my screen.

I click answer and Meg face is looking at me from my screen. She's in my room and Jake's on my bed, 'The sheer audacity!'

"Hello!!! The Bitch who tried to steal my man!!!…" She stares angrily at me.

Steal who? Stick dick?

Jake is with some bandage 'MY bandage' on his forehead, and he is eating MY Tacos, you know the ones he didn't PAY for.

“No! Meg… You don't understa..." I try to explain myself.

"Save it! Backstabbing Bitch!… Jeff told me how you kissed him then when he refused you, you smashed MY BOYFRIEND'S head with MY LAMP!…now do yourself a favour and GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!…" She shows me my already packed boxes through the screen.

“Meg, Jake tried to…you don't…!” 

“…and don't ever dream of coming back!”

“…but Meg, I paid…!” She cuts the phone on me.

“…half the rent!” I whisper the rest of my sentence to myself. Tears finally stream down my cheeks, their watery drops flow down leaving a liquid trail on my skin and sending a sad, cold chill round my skin. The effect of

Cameron's bliss fades off.

I look at the bag in my hands. It contains both Cameron's handkerchief and his body warmer. I slump down against the wall, my back against it.

“I don't know what to do any more!”

I came here in the first place to return Cameron's stuff, and turns out I gathered more of his stuff. Came here from my house, and now I am homeless.

WOW, MY LIFE!!

“Today is certainly not your day!” his voice plays in my head. With a faint smile on my face, I draw the body warmer close to my chest;

“Yes, it's definitely not my day!”

It seems in this empty and void darkness turns out Cameron is my light.

I take steps out of the restroom. Once I close the door, darkness grips the corners of the walls, extending to the centre. There's no one, nobody at all.

“How long was I in there for?”

I walk in the darkness. My footsteps are the only thing I hear. I switch on my phone, “12:57am”

“Pa…pa…pa!” It is the sound my feet makes as I get to the exit door. I hold the knob and shake the door, but it's locked. I shake it again and again, but it's hopeless, just like my life. 

With my bag in my hands, I take the stairs down. I think it would probably lead me to some other exit, or maybe I'll run into a cleaner or a security guard, but there's no one.

Suddenly, I hear another sound in the darkness, 'pa…pa…pa…pa.' 

“Footsteps?” 

I follow the sound and get to some sort of inner room. There are various paintings on the walls with creeping gorging eyes, bloody teeth and nasty sharp claws. They send chills down my spine as I walk past them. It seems like their eyes are watching me, following me as I hurry away.

Moving to and fro, I try to find my way back, retrace my steps, but all the routes look the same.

“Damn it!” I curse out, yelling.

'Just keep heading straight when life throws difficulties in your way, ignore distractions…!" I remember the words of Mama. I am not quite sure if it applies to this situation, but I would just go with it, after all, when has it ever failed me?

So I head straight.

My eyes move around in the darkness for a while, then I hear tunes…

The piano keys plus the violin strings. Classical instrumental music. The tunes send a horrific wave as I walk towards its direction. 

A smile creeps on my face 'Thank you, Mum!" I say as I take hurried steps towards where I hear the music coming from. 

Worse case scenario, an introvert is playing in the darkness. 

What could go wrong? It's just directions.

"Hello, sorry for disturbing you but…I am locked in… I know I am not supposed to be in here this late, but…!” I swing the door open.

Looking down, a thin trail of blood is by my feet. My eyes follow the trails drop by drop. 

The blood's not dark, so it hadn't been there for long…someone might be hurt. 

I walk into the room, my eyes still steadily follows the trails until I trace it to…

A bloody pale hand hangs from the black couch. The fingers edges are black and the hands cold. My eyes come up until I find a wrinkled pair of brown eyes staring at me. They are bloody with a stiff, dead stare. 

I look around. This time I make out countless bodies of middle-aged men slaughtered and killed in various manners. 

Oddly, they all had brown hairs.

In the middle of all the couches, there's a glass table with numerous glasses filled with liquor. The blood trails stroll down the leather couch from a man…in his skull, a dagger is drilled into it and the black blood flows down. 

My eyes widen as I take backwards steps…

Then the sound of a knife cutting through flesh is so loud, Someone is stabbing something aggressively…

THE MURDERER IS STILL HERE?

I turn to face the edge of the room where the stabbing sounds are coming from. My eyes move slowly until it stops staring at…

My mouth drops.

His head nods to the music, a black headset is on it blocking his ears, his blue blazers were stained with red blood, his handsome face stained with drops of blood which are drizzles down his chiselled face.

Here he was, My blue eyes Hero 'Cameron Black' with a headset blocking his ears.

He was dancing and popping to music while stabbing an already dead man with a knife like a maniac. The grin on his handsome face is monstrous.

I have to get out of here! I take slow steps backwards. I couldn't afford to…

My hips hit the centre table. The full glass close to the edge of the table shakes slightly. It's liquid splashes on the floor as it tumbles down shattering into pieces.

His bloody hands move up, taking his headset off, his dashing face turns to face me. His blue eyes stares at me, the innocence in them like that of a newborn baby's first gaze at the world.

His lips curve in a smile, and he stands up, leaving the knife in the corpse's chest.

“...WHOA... AWKWARD!"

His deep masculine voice echoes round the room. The gun in his back pocket falls to the ground, making a metallic sound as it hits the floor.

I step backwards. His flirty blue eyes on me the entire time, he takes slow steps forward. With every step I take, his large foot takes five…

“Just keep heading straight…" She said.

Mama, I think I just walked straight into my demise.