I slowly flicked my eyes open to the slight sting of morning light. I'm not a morning person so being up early enough for it to still be morning was a rarity for me. I sat up slowly and resisted the temptation to allow myself to slump back into the cozy paradise of my bed. But I did allow myself to close my eyes again as I reached an upright position. Carefully, I searched for my slippers with the tips of my toes, trying my best not to touch the cold wood floor. I was already freezing. Once finding my soft oversized slippers I slipped my feet into them and felt small relief from the warmth they gave.
Posted before I meant to lol ______________________________________________ Once I was awake enough to register my surroundings I headed for the bathroom. My mouth tasted of alcohol and cigarettes. Since I don't smoke I took note to find out what happened last night. The taste of the cinnamon toothpaste made me queasy so I hurried the process the best I could. I left the bathroom and heard my phone go off. Who is texting me at this hour? The screen read "Alice: If you find the time to answer one of my phone calls or texts that would be amazing! " I scrolled through the remainder of her texts, most of them restating how worried she was and that I needed to call her. I let the thought of giving her a ring cross my mind but quickly pushed it aside, she could wait. I got myself dressed and decided I would do something to clear my mind. With the current state of my headache I decided sunglasses were a good idea. As I left my apartment building the smell of dew was still in the air and the crows were making themselves known. I rounded the corner and felt a quick jerk to my arm as I was pulled into the alley way darkness. Before I knew it I was on my hands and knees. Ill admit my first thought was of the amount of work that was going to go into getting the stains out of my jeans from the street. Shock or worry hadn't registered in my system yet, not until I felt the cold hard tip of the gun to the back of my head. _______________________________________________
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I had never even held a gun, let alone had one pointed at me. It put my entire body into a state that I had never been in before, uncontrollable. It was as if I was viewing everything from above and had no control of my words or actions. If I had control I think my brain would have stopped the words from escaping my mouth. "Who are you and why exactly do you have a gun to my head?" The words had a tone of anger, something I didn't even expect myself. I heard the metal of the gun rattling in his hands. "Are you seriously shaking? Just my luck I got stuck with a gunman with no guts! Shaky hands means bad aim and more suffering for me. When I was SO hoping for a quick and painless death." Still the same tone of anger. What was I saying and why was I saying it? Surprisingly the predator remained silent above me. Before I knew it I was getting myself up on my feet and tossing my sunglasses to the side. I still had no control of my body, and the worry that he would see through this cool exterior made my heart beat even faster. His eyes were wide with shock as I held out my hand for the weapon. His shaking was more extensive then I thought and I felt my body tense with every movement he made. I relaxed a bit when I realized he was foolishly more afraid of me then I was of him. I looked closer at his soft features. He was slender with pale skin that was sweating profusely. He was wearing jeans with a black hoodie with the hood up. I searched his eyes for some clue as to his next move, but all I found was that this was no man at all. He was young, too young, and I hoped I could use that to my advantage. "Give me the gun little boy before you do something stupid." Sarcasm and confidence pulsed through my voice. His breath seemed to slightly quicken from shock. Slowly his shaky hand inched closer to mine and before i knew it the gun was in my hand. I never broke eye contact the entire time. As his eyes met my gaze he panicked and ran down the sidewalk and around the corner. I finally had control again, but with control came panic. I was in a state of shock and was fighting to catch my breath. I fell to my knees as my panting turned into deep painful sobs. I sat their on my knees crying for what felt like an eternity. Once i was dry of tears, i stayed their for a few more brief moments sorting my thoughts. Eventually, i stumbled back up on my feet and pointed myself in the direction of my apartment. Surprisingly, my only thought was that i should have let myself go back to bed.