Finds herself floating in the air, all she could see was the endless blue sky. Suddenly, the mist appeared, forming clouds under her feet and they surrounded her, blocking her vision. 'What is happening?' 'Where am I? What is this place? Wow! that's wicked cool!'
They morphed before her, turning into cloud shaped tress, she tilted her head to study them. Intrigued, she walked a step, tried to touch the clouds and they moved further away. 'Strange place, even the clouds seem to have a mind of their own.'
From above a basketball fell, bouncing in front of her, as it got closer, she saw Cameron and herself within it. When her hand touched it, a force suddenly pulled her, sucking her hand and went though, vanishing itself into the ball. 'What the heck, is happening?' Solana shrieked, as she struggled, to pull her hand out. From behind, a large hand flicked her, pushing her into the ball and in a flash, it devoured her.
She swirled within the ball, flowed out as a wisp of steam, onto a secluded hallway. Solana hovered in the air, 'What is happening? Ahhh! Where is my body?' 'Wait, someone is coming?' she hid, blending with the ceiling and watched.
High heels clicked against the tiled floor, a girl walked into Solana's sight. She wobbled and balanced herself, using the wall for support. She stopped, her glossy eyes drifted around as her gaze floats about her surroundings and blankly stared at the floor with a slackened jaw.
Solana took a closer look and gasped in shock, 'Is that me? She... no, I am drunk? No, my body is drunk!' she slapped her formless forehead, before she could blend with the shadows. A force pulled her, dragging her into the body and she went inside; becoming one with the body. And I could feeling every detail of my vessel, the alcohol slowly crept up, suddenly hitting me like a truck and clouded my rationality. My eyes spinned, unable to focus, I blinked, batting my eyelids. And through the hazy lens, I could see myself in the same hallroom, painted in the colors of the rainbow, filled with parrots and parakeets dressed in tuxedos and dresses, dancing in the hallway. I rubbed my eyes and squinted, the image before me blurred. And saw a middle aged man coming my way, he transformed into three.
From the opposite direction, an oily man strolled with a cigarette in his mouth. When he saw me, he froze, the cigarette tilted and fell, rolling on the floor. I cringed as his beady eyes roamed, groping my body. Stripping me bare with his hungry gaze. He licked his lips, stroking the lump in his pants, it sickened me. I covered my breasts, hiding them behind my hands. A sudden dread filled my core, I took a step back. There has been only a few times, where I have felt such an ominous feeling, to run away.
The man clicked his tongue, 'tsk' his face contorted, many emotions flashed through his eyes, before settling into a friendly face, masking his intent, he said "Little lady, you seem lost, can I help?"
I tried to reject him and run away, but my body just wouldn't listen, with a mind of it own. A second later, I gave up, lowered my guard, dropping my hands to the side. I hicuped, suppressing it with my hands and my mouth moved, speaking by itself. And said something dumb "Yes... please... I was searching for the exit, can you please guide me?"
Internally, I screamed at myself. 'Dummy what are you doing? Just shut up and run! Run far away from this ugly pervert. Ahh'
The man breathed heavily, he pushed his glasses back, said "Yes, I will... being your guide shall be my responsibility" he grinned, chuckling under his breath. I shot him a dirty look, he held my arm, leading me to the elevator, which he say is in his direction. So far, it was good, he didn't try to take advantage , maybe I misread him, or not?
A while later, from the corner of my eyes, I saw his smirk, he perspired, darting his eyes around the surrounding and knew he was up to no good! And at that thought, he suddenly dragged me, roughly holding me in place as I struggled to break free from his grip and shrieked. "Let me go! what are you doing" I kept hitting him as he carried me on his shoulders, he swiped his card and unlocked the door, while his perverted hands groped my rump. And saw his twisted features, unmasking his animalistic desire, he threw me inside. My back hit against the cold floor, I groaned, curling myself into a ball, my eyes glistened. I fought back my tears, putting on a brave front and gave his a death stare. "Leave me alone
He stared at me like a predator and I was his prey.... He walked closer and pulled a knife from his pockets. I could see the crazed expression behind his foggy glasses. Terror gripped my heart, overtaking my mind with fear, it worked, creating all kinds of scary senarios. He stared down at me, he roughly pulled my chin up, I winched and closed my eyes. He said "My, what a beautiful face? A pretty innocent face." He smirked, gently tracing the cold surface of the blade on my face. And jerked his hand, the blade tilted, cutting a thin line on my lips, they bleed. He smiled with malice, said "You remind me of my daughter! With those round eyes, so full of innocence and that blonde hair.... Too bad, she was a slut just like her mother, that bit***" He stuck my face, throwing me back to the ground. 'Tack' 'thud'
I glared, they blazed with fury and I shouted in my mind. 'That bastard!... How can be so cruel?'
He mumbled, rasing the blade to his face, he sniffed and licked, tasting my blood, like a sicko he is! "Hmm, yummy" his vicious eyes sparkled in the dark, brimming with lust.
He towered, casting his shadow over me, my skin tingled, as I crawled backwards, distancing myself. He looked up the ceiling and said "Tonight, is going to be a beautiful night!" and maniacally laughed.
My head dashed against the wall, felt ditzy, the pain worked against me. My eyelids were heavy, in my final struggle, I bit my lips and shouted with all my might, straining my vocal cords. "No I don't... Help! Someone help!"
He walked closer, with an evil grin. I could hear my heart pounding against my ribcage and whimpered "No, please stay away... go away" He was a step a way, his hollow fisheyes stared into me, boring into my soul, as a towering giant. I couldn't bear it and closed my eyes shut, expecting his worst. He laughed, slashed his knife and I winched. 'Thud' At the same time, I heard something heavy hit the ground and couldn't feel the pain. A shuffle of feet echoed in the room. I felt a light pat on my head. "It's alright, Kitty. I am here" my lips quivered, hearing an unfamiliar voice and hesitated before slowly opening my eyes. And the first thing I saw was, the peace, the tranquility in his eyes, reminiscing the calm sea. I stared, studying his features and the edge of my lips folded, mounting a word. 'Cameron' He seemed so gentle, while he caressed my face, with concern, he said "Are you ok?"
I nodded, and glanced at my surroundings. And saw my tormentor, knocked out on the ground behind Cameron. I exhaled a breath, slouching my back on the wall and my concsious slipped. "Let get going" he said and then heard him muttering "Looks like I have to carry her" before her weary body fell into a slumber. "Kitty... please don't..."
After an uncounted number of minutes,
He ran with Solana in his arms. my body shook with the motions and my eyes slowly blinked open. While he rushed, his hair shimmered, flickering under the lights as he passed them, highlighting the resolute gaze on his face, staring ahead with a grave expression. A word entered my mind 'Handsome' before blacking out again.
And was taken into my room, lying on my bed, with a cold cloth on my forehead, my body ached as my temperature rose, and suddenly, let out a rough cough. I got up, my nose crumpled, as I wiped my runny nose, with the sleeves of my shirt and sniveled. While I studied my room, it is my room but had a feeling, that something was different. Irritated, my ears twitched and I turned to trickling sound. And walked to the window, peeking through the curtains, it was dark, probably late in the night.
In that short moment of silence, suddenly a hand slammed the glass, shaking my core and yelped. Took a second to recover from my shock, through the frosty glass, I could see was his blonde hair, matted with ice. From outside, he pecked the glass with his fingers, said "Open the window" Just like he said, I unlatched and sliding the window open. A strong, wind bellowed inside, freezing my face and my teeth clattered. At the same time, he suddenly slipped and fell. He quickly reacted and stretched his hand, gripped the window sill, breaking his fall. He grunted and wrly smiled. It was Cameron, he said "Here take it! This is for you" he struggled, bringing his other hand up, presenting a bag.
'Again!!! seriously, what is he doing here? Is this a dream?' Seeing him struggle, my heart softened and rushed to help him. I placed the bag on the table and grabbed his hand, pulling him in with my already weakend body. He fell on top of me, for a second our eyes clashed and tumbled onto the ground with him. "Ouch" I winched and pushed him. He got up first, he said "Oh Shit! sorry Kitty! Are you okay?" without my reply, he picked me up and gently tucked me in, my bed. Cameron said "Amelia before you ask me why I am here? let me explain" I folded my arms and listened.
Cameron said "The moment I got a text from you, that you were sick... I wanted to see you and since you love Chinese food... I stopped by a restaurant, a couple of blocks away and bought your favorite while I was at it!"
I said "That's really thoughtful of you. But why?... Cough... cough... why take the trouble?"
Cameron pondered and opened the parcel, a fragrant smell, wafted into my nose. "Lucky you! It is still hot!"
He handed me a bowl of soup and said "It best if you have this first" before I could take the bowl, he said with a gentle smile "Let me feed you" he blew the spoon and fed me. With the warmth, my face heated up. The moment my eyelids closed.
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I was in a boat, surrounded by water. I looked behind, a boy rowed the boat. And guess what, it was Cameron again. He stopped rowing, the boat moved, flowing with the water. He cleared his throat, said "Amelia, can you close your eyes?"
"What?" he pleaded with his eyes, said "Please" "Okay, fine" and closed my eyes.
I wanted to peek, but I rearred in my curiosity, and respected his wishes. heard a tingling sound, felt something cold strapped to my wrist. "You can look" the gold bracelet, shimmered in the sun. While I stared at the bracelet, he said "You see those initials. they shall be the symbol of us. Marking the end of of our friendship.... and the start of our relationship!... Solana Amelia Van Gogh, will you be my girlfriend?" my heart fluttered for the first time and before I glanced at him. Out of the blue, a huge wave towered over us and pushed us into the water. Under the water, I screamed and drowned.
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Moments or memories of various senarios of Cameron and me, flashed through my mind.
For the first time, I understood her feelings. I guess he isn't that bad but I shouldn't base my judgement on that. First of all, I myself aren't even sure whether it was a dream or a memory.
Suddenly, an image of Cameron and me, popped into my mind. Under a massive Christmas tree, we both danced along with the crowd. His hands rested on my hip, his hand in mine, our eyes were locked. Flushed, we both rasphily breathed, he hesitated and made the first move. His face closed in and before our lips meet, I screamed "NOOO"
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"Ah"
On the floor, she groaned out of her sleep, rolling on the ground, holding her butt in pain. "Ouch" 'Where am I? Is this still a dream?'
She held the bedpost, slowly pulled herself up and leaned on the post for support.
She blinked her eyes, 'I am back, so it was a dream.' she rubbed her hips 'But a painful one! what's the time?'
The moon glowed off the curtains, Solana was able to discern where the clock was in the night light and took a look. It was three in the morning. Solana coughed, feeling thirsty, without looking, her feet wandered, dashing against the stool and almost stumbled. She closed her mouth, holding back her pain.
She sighed. Dragging her feet, with her back hunched, she drowsily walked to the kitchen.
On the way, the light of the living room was on. Curious, Solana tiptoed, leaned against the door frame, she peeked into the room. Squinting her eyes, adjusting them to the light. Solana's father mumbled, while he was reading; tracing his pencil on the pages of a book.
Unable to discern what he is reading in the dim lighting, she stretched her ears to hear his inaudible voice and was able to make out a few words and came to a conclusion. 'I guess he is praying but it is so late in the night. why doesn't he pray in the morning instead?' 'Anyway he seems busy. It is better not to disturb him.'
Solana quietly tiptoed to the kitchen, carefully took a cup from the mug rack and poured for herself a glass of water. She gulped it down, feeling refreshed, she sighed in relief and quietly went back to her room. Solana jumped, nesting herself on the bed and closed her eyes.
'beep' 'beep' the phone vibrated. 'Naah, I will check it tomorrow morning' She ignored, buried her face with the pillows, they continued vibrating. 'Ahh, Can't it just shut up?' Irritated, she furiously got up, pushing the blanket away and picked the phone from her desk. The screen lit up, showing the caller 'Cammy Babe' it was Cameron.
'Ahh now, what does he want? And why is he awake? naah, I don't care what he does but to call me at this hour, is his screw loose?'
She gripped her phone tightly, 'Is it an emergency? It could be something important... He has Amanda so why is he calling me?'
'Should I answer it or not?' She sighed, resting it to fate, she closed her eyes while she pointed her eyes 'enie meene mine mo' and pressed the button.