DANIELLE'S P.O.V.The room was suffocating, hot, and airless, even with the air conditioner humming gently in one corner of the big space. My back hurt from crouching under the table for too long, and my throat was parched from the tension that coursed through my body and caused my muscles to be knitted tightly.You must be wondering why I was in such a position in the first place. What I would tell you is that I had made the biggest mistake that day, by listening to the voice inside of my head. No wonder psychopaths got taken to psychiatrist hospitals- because the voices in our heads were not to be trusted. But like the soft and kind hearted person that I was, I, Danielle Dawson, had stupidly listened to and trusted the voices inside of my own head that had encouraged me to go into Adrian's room.At first, entering Adrian's room had been a breeze- facile and undramatic. After turning the door knob, I had let the door fly open, the door hitting the wall with a soft thud. I had walked
DANIELLE'S P.O.V.I stared at Adrian, my expression mirroring his. My eyes, like his, were as wide as saucers from the shock of being caught in the act by him. My knees stung from falling on to the wooden floor in shock, and sweat had started to form on my brow."What the fuck are you doing here?" Adrian said, his chest heaving up and down and his eyes squinting in anger.My throat had suddenly dried up, and my tongue seemed to be glued to the roof of my mouth, preventing me from uttering a single word."Did you not hear me? I asked what the fuck you're doing crouching in my fucking room like a thief." Adrian said again, the volume in his voice starting to rise from anger.I coughed to clear my throat, and wiped off the sweat on my brows with the back of my hand. I then stood up from my crouched position on the floor and looked around the room- anywhere but at Adrian's angry face."I'm still waiting for my answer." Adrian said, folding his arms across his chest in confrontation. I avo
DANIELLE'S P.O.V.The early morning sunlight licked its way mutely through the closed beige curtains which covered the length of the windows in my bedroom, and fell on to my face. I squeezed my eyes shut in order to block out the tiniest hint of the dull light, much preferring the dark of the night to the morning light.Seeing as any hopes of going back to sleep had being dashed at that point, I relaxed the muscles of my eye lids and let my eyes fly open. I threw away the blankets and comforter I had tucked myself into the previous night, and buried my feet into my bathroom slippers. With my legs padding loudly against the wooded floor of the room, I made my way towards the widows and threw the curtains open, a thrill running through my veins as I watched the way the light streamed into the room and highlight the wooden floors.I then padded across the room in to the en suite bathroom to take care of my morning hygiene. Staring at me from the bathroom mirror was the literal definition
DANIELLE'S P.O.V.For the first time in a really long time, I was up with the sun. I stood by the floor-to-ceiling window in the living room, dressed in my most comfortable set of pajamas which consisted of a blouse and bottoms, and I looked out of the window at the colours that painted the sky. Hues of pink and purple were reflected in the scudding clouds that had gathered overnight. I checked my phone for the day's weather forecast, seeing that the day was predicted to be scalding hot like every other day in August had been so far.I trailed to the kitchen, my bathroom slippers padding gently and then slapping loudly as they made the transition from the rugged living room floors to the wooded kitchen floors. I rummaged through the fridge for breakfast, searching for the last piece of frozen pizza which I had kept in the fridge the previous night. I picked up the plate of the two day old piece of pizza which I had been preserving for that morning, placed it into the microwave, presse
DANIELLE'S P.O.V."This tastes sublime." Azra exclaimed after taking a bite out of her cheeseburger.We were at the school cafeteria for our lunch. Having settled our little brawl of sorts, I had let Azra drag me with her to the cafeteria, all the while she was eagerly talking about her excitement for lunch and high expectations from the cafeteria staff that afternoon. I was just as excited and expectant as she was- I could barely wait to relive my first experience with the delicious cafeteria food.We had trooped into the cafeteria, alongside several of our other course mates and colleagues, and joined the already long queue that was lined up in front of the food. For my meal, I'd opted for a cheeseburger, fries without the ketchup, some chicken, and a can of soda. Azra had chosen to take the same food that I had chosen saying that the food looked like the type of meal she needed at that moment.We had then looked around for an empty table to seat at, and our luck shone on us as we f
DANIELLE'S P.O.V.The rest of my first week as a full time MBA student at the Leonard N.Stern School of Business, the business school branch of the New York University, went by in a blur of enduring different introductory classes from several professors during the day, having lunch with my two new school friends, Azra and Melody, returning to an empty and dreary house in the evening, binge watching tv shows and movies while stuffing my face full of exquisite Italian cuisines.I woke up, day after day, only to repeat the same cycle over and over again. It was hectic and sad- that was how pathetic my very living had become.Slowly and unbearably, Friday morning came, and as the first rays of the morning sunlight casted itself across my room and fell on my face, through the open curtains, in a dull glow, I could not wait to get the day started and over with it. That morning, after I had opened my eyes, I exited the cocoon of warmth that I had placed myself in the night before by pushing
DANIELLE'S P.O.V.On hearing Madelyn accept Azra's invitation to have lunch with us, my hopes of avoiding her for the rest of the day were, once more, dashed. I released the breath I had not even noticed that I had been holding, and felt my shoulders deflate in disappointment at her acceptance.I had been too preoccupied in my misery to notice Madelyn watching me, and by the time I caught her gaze, it was already too late- she had seen my disappointment. I felt a surge of guilt wash over me as Madelyn looked away from my gaze, a saddened look in her hazel eyes. It seemed we were the only ones feeling the sizzling tension as both Azra and Melody were too caught up in their awe of seeing Madelyn and having her join us for lunch to be aware whatever was going on in the room."Yes! I'm so excited!" Azra said giddily. She threw her arms in the air, and the action caused her loose cropped tee shirt to ride up higher on her torso."I think we should go now, before all the good food and seats
DANIELLE'S P.O.V.It was calm and still- the darkness I was enveloped in. It was gentle, warm and peaceful- well, it was peaceful until it was not.A sharp shrill pierced through the quiet of my deep abyss, causing me to be pulled out of my deep sleep. I winced at the shrilling that shrieked from within the folds of my slumber. Soon the shrilling stopped, and I went back to sleep. A few seconds later, as if whoever was calling was hell bent on disturbing my sleep, the shrilling of my ring tone started again. I decided to let it continue its wailing while I would try to adapt to the noise until I was able to go back to sleep once more.My plans, however, were unfeasible as the phone continued to ring loudly, hindering me from any further sleep. Seeing as the caller was not letting up, I had no choice but to pick up the call.Reluctantly, I pried my eyes open and unplugged the phone, which was sitting on the bedside drawer, from its charger and checked the caller ID before picking up th