BEEP BEEP BEEP
My alarm clock blared to life. Hitting it hard with the palm of the hand, I slowly arose from my bed as if I were Dracula rising from a coffin. Throwing my feet over the edge of my bed, I quickly lost my balance. Grabbing ahold of my dresser, I heard my mother yell, "Meredith honey, are you awake?" "Yah I'm awake Ma," I said wiping the sleep out of my eyes. It was a normal day. Just like all the others. I got up, fixed my hair, applied my makeup, grabbed my little leather bag, and went out the door with a bag full of Weetabix. Average. It was Saturday, and being my 15 year old self I had places to be and people to see. Kissing my mother on the cheek, I walked out of apartment and onto the streets of London. It was only 9, and I was to meet my friend Lacey on Oxford Street at 10, so I had time to shop around myself. My short plaid skirt blew slightly in the wind, and my black leather boots seemed fit for the crisp air. My white leggings had little blue strands on them from my long blue button up coat. Smiling to myself, I pulled out my cell phone.
Lacey: Running a bit late, I'll meet at half past.
She was never on time, but I was early, so why does it matter? I walked at a brisk pace, and made to Oxford within 15 minutes. It was early, and there wasn't much a crowd. I walked below the glowing H&M sign to find the store almost empty. I walked around the displays before me, my eyes gawking at a blazer. I sped towards it, but before I could grab my size, a faraway whisper caught my attention. Something you should know about me, I always get myself into un-needed trouble. Or, as I should now say, trouble has a way of finding me. In H&M that cool February day, I ran smack damn in the middle of it.
I followed my ears. Holding the cropped navy blazer in one hand, and clutching my bag in the other, I crept towards the voice. Was I supposed to be here? Was the shop not supposed to be open yet? I glanced down at my watch. It was 9:25, I was fine. Then why was it so empty? I couldn't keep my mind straight. A million thoughts flew around, and I was trying to recollect my thoughts like Harry Potter chasing after the golden snitch. Now, deep inside, I knew I should've walked away when I heard the man on the phone first speak. His voice was cold as ice, and it pieced my mind as he spoke. "It's clear, I swear. I locked the door." I took a step back. I was inside. He locked the door. I wasn't supposed to be here. But I stayed. "I've got it too, exactly how you wanted it." As carefully as I could I peered over the side of the rack. The man was tall and slender, and right away I knew I had seen him before. But where? His blonde hair was slicked back, and he hadn't shaved in a few days, for there was stubble on his chin. He was wearing a business suit and a long jacket, he looked very professional, but his essence made me uncomfortable. Suddenly my ears picked up the man's voice on the other end of the phone. "Are you sure the place is empty?" I scrunched up my brows. The voice didn't sound menacing. It sounded young, yet unafraid. Like someone who reads audio recording of novels. "Yes sir, I locked the door half an hour ago." I glanced down at my watch once more. I'd been there for a quarter till. I got in before this man locked the doors. "I'm going to ask you one more time. Are you alone?" The voice echoed once more. I held my breath, scared to blink. "Yes, I've already told you that!" The blonde responded. His hair was the same shade as mine, almost bleached. I heard a deep sigh from the opposite line of the phone. "You lie!" I could basically hear the empty shop echo with the mans voice. Shit. He knew I was there, yet he wasn't here. "You have an eaves dropper Moran!" I sucked in my breath and closed my eyes tightly. "Behind. The. Rack." The man breathed. "Ah, I see her." Moran said with a sly laugh. I opened my eyes only to see him for a split second before falling to my knees. I felt my head start spin on my shoulders as the world became a blur. I hear the man on the other end of the phone ring through my head. "She'll sleep for an hour or two." Then my head hit the department store floor and world turned black.