Wake up, eat, clean, binge watch netflix, sleep, and repeat. That became my everyday schedule. Almost everyday, I used to open my bedroom window and let the cool breeze blow in and enjoy the perfect view of the sun in the sky. It’s been a few months now since that hasn’t happened and I have become afraid of letting air enter my room. Something that seems so harmless has become that we fear. I am the type of person to always smile at strangers whenever walking down the sidewalk or even a grocery store. Instead, fear has overwhelmed me and I’ve become afraid of exiting the house. Being tactile is what I like, human contact, feeling the touch of another human being on my skin is something I’ve always been attracted to but now fear has taken over my body and so whenever someone steps as much as seven feet close to me, I run with fear. I now have developed super hearing to a point that I would be able to hear a sneeze or a cough five isles down from me in a store. You do notice how I mentioned the word fear four times, well actually five times now. Is it worth it? To let fear push us back, to make us grimace whenever we hear the footsteps of someone else approach us?
Cheryl steps aside and lets me into her apartment, her eyes never leaving mine.
After yesterday with the Cheryl incident, I thought I should go out and have fun to forget about what happened. I spent the night at a night club, danced and drank my anger away. I still don't know how I got home and my head throbbed in pain. My stomach ached and I felt dizzy even though I was lying down. I smelled next to me an unfamiliar scent and a different feel of the sheets. My eyes fluttered open as the bright morning light tortured my sight. Holding my hand up to block the sunlight, I get up and finally, my sight adjusts to the light. Removing the sheets, I find that I was stripped to only my tight trunks and my sports bra. Hey, don't judge because they are comfortable and they don't give wedgies. I looked around and my eyes grew wide in horror of what my mind began to think. Was I kidnapped? Where the hell I am? I began questioning myself.