Just another day. I had been home from a lecture for about an hour now and was ready to just relax in my on campus apartment at least until my drunk roommate, Miranda came home, slurring her words and cussing every god known to man. She was rough around the edges but there was a good heart somewhere deep past her party girl exterior. I laid down watching my daily science video, and eventually I dozed off. I woke up 3 hours later, pissed off at myself for sleeping so long. I decides to eat something and being in college I went to the café. I wasn't paying for unlimited dining for no reason.
I left not full but full enough as to where I wasn't stuffed. Being an Olympic swimming hopeful meant I couldn't stuff myself, As I looked back I noticed someone following me. I had never seen him on campus before. He was tall, taller than me and I was 6 feet even, he was in all black and his hair stuck out from under his hood he was eerie looking but somewhat alluring. Since it wasn't totally dark and people were out brushed I it off as though it was nothing, however I couldn't shake the feeling this man had ill intentions. What made it worse was the fact that he followed me to my apartment building. Shakily, I returned to my room and found Miranda passed out in a puddle of god knows what foul smelling body fluid. I passed her by, since it was normal for her to be this way. I sat in the couch and studied for a good 3 hours and eventually got bored and watched T.V for another hour or two. Trying to get my mind off of this man etched in my brain I tried to make contact with my passed out roommate. "'s Four a.m." I declared to her, "and your still passed out on the fucking floor."
I eventually went to my room sat down and absentmindedly read a book or two, thinking about who that man that was following me was. What did he want? He creeped me out, his hooded form was so elusive. I pondered the man for at least another 30 minutes. I walked around my house pondering this man and his existence. I eventually laid down and started thinking. I really want some ice cream. I (being barely clothed in my undergarments) put on a jacket and went to the kitchen. I noticed my roommate had disappeared, leaving behind a pool of...I'm not sure what. "I'll have to clean that up tomorrow" I sighed as I proceeded to the kitchen for my delicious treat. Me and Miranda had bought 5, gallon tubs of ice cream for the year since both our favorite ice cream flavor was Strawberry. I took out the ice cream out of the freezer and noticed a loud noise as I closed it. "It's just the air conditioner" I told myself. I grabbed a coffee mug from the drying rack and served myself some ice cream I then grabbed a spoon. I turned around and saw a man in a long sleeved black shirt, baggy blue jeans, and blazing red eyes standing there, I dropped my mug. He picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. I struggled but was unable to scream. I eventually blanked out and went limp, though I'm not sure why I was just left with darkness and thoughts, more so my questions. Where was he taking me? Why? Who was he? What did he want with me? All I knew for sure is that ice cream was the LAST thing on my mind...
