Love You Til I Cant Breathe

Chapter 9

The Ballad of Mona Lisa was playing on the part where the little girl uncovers the dead body. I didn't want to open my eyes. In my head I just sang along to the song which after it ended, just played again. I was on my bed, hand cuffed, feet also. I couldn't open my eyes, tape was over them, I couldn't speak either, tape was over my mouth also. I heard a male voice, deep, nothing familiar at all. Who is this person gosh dangit?! I felt two bigs hands go under my shirt and grab the sides of my stomach. I jumped. He laughed. He put tape around around my neck, and tightly, I was losing breath. I heard a match be lightened, I smelled smoke. And very close. Probably beside me. He then turned of the cigarette on my stomach. It hurt more than hell! He did this 20 more times. My age number. 21. He spoke in a language I didn't know. Wait, the voice is familiar. Wait, no-
"Room service!" , says a woman.
I wake up. It was all a nightmare.
I get up, yawning and stretching, I open the door just to find a cart with breakfast and clean towels. The woman leaves the cart in the room, I thank her. She leaves. Talking the language the guy in my dream was talking, it sounded like the same words too. That white wine really messed me up, hell! I eat my breakfast, with a little morning dessert. The crepe of the hotel they served me yesterday. The restaurant one I'll eat later. I finish up, showering, washing teeth, fixing my hair into a messy bun, cleansing my face, putting on some Adidas sweatpants, with a long Panic! At The Disco t-shirt, and a pair of socks with Nike slippers. Nice, lazy, outfit. Time to go shopping for my dorm room. I put on some sunglasses. I turn off the Bose speaker in my room, grabbing my phone and keys to shop for everything for school. My credit card balance good enough for school university school shopping. I get out my room with some chocolate chip cookies, arriving on the bottom floor, going to my truck, unlocking it. I get in, starting it. I connect my Spotify to the stereo, I put on Nicotine by Panic! of course. My phone rings, its Ethan. I don't answer. He texts me. "Breakfast?", message says. I reply, "Srry, agenda's full today my man. Tomorrow too. Try Thursday."
"Its okay. Too, how do you try Thursday? Is it good or.... ", he texts.
" You know what, Thursday has bever upsetted me much, so it does have a good enough taste. Okay, stopping the puns, srry, just gotta ge stuff for dorm.. ", I reply.
"No, no, its okay. So, Thursday?, he texts.
"Yes. Okay, gtg.", I reply.
"Bye.", he texts with a kiss emoji.
I start my truck, let it warm up, I back up carefully, then go off to some stores. He sent me a kiss emoji. Ahhh! My goals are becoming true! Fucking fuck!