Intruder.....?

EPISODE 2

I can feel my heart pounding crazily beneath my clothes, making loud noises, which I fear I am not the only one who can hear. I quietly peeked at him through my book as he was sitting right in front of me. He was frowning, trying to understand something, I assumed. Then he glanced at me, and I could feel my cheeks getting flushed; he hesitated.' Do you come here often?' I nodded. And for the next 20 minutes, we sat in silence; neither of us talked. I couldn't read anymore; all I knew was Jack was sitting in front of me. Before I could break the ice. He looked at me, 'I think I am disturbing your studies, mmh... I'll take my leave, and by the way, I can't stay here more than this; it doesn't suit me. So see you next time, bye.... He tossed the book he was reading and turned around to leave; I felt relieved. I needed a while to comprehend what happened 30 minutes ago, and then he stopped for a second and looked at me with that pretty face.

I could feel my cheeks getting pink... Not only that, but I was embarrassed for some reason; perhaps it was my clothes. I didn't feel pretty in front of him like other girls who come to university looking faires from their home, but why isn't he leaving? What is it now?

By the way, what was your name...uhh, Jia, yeah...with a double a? A sly grin appread on his mouth .

'I liked your face; it's pretty. I wonder where you got that ... your mother must be beautiful. Okay, enough of that, bye. He sprinted towards the door. And left.

And those words were all it needed for me to have a panic attack. Yeah... panic attack.

I started having them after my father left us one morning without a word...uhh... I mean me... Mom didn't seem to care much.

As she was busy painting her nail with that bright red nail polish while watching her favorite show on the T.V, laughing  and deliberately ignoring her 8-year-old daughter, who was crying her eyes out and calling her mom for help, or perhaps she really couldn't see me because after applying nail paint, she picked up her purse and left without saying anything and left me stranded....

I knew I was never her priority; she never talked to me nicely, never treated me like her own child. She always got annoyed when she saw my face; it bothered me, but Dad always used to console me, saying Mom was just a little sensitive ... I hated that... Everything. I never painted my nails, never liked that show, and never liked myself again, thanks to her.

I can't keep talking to myself as I was getting out of breath; I felt my head getting heavier and heavier as someone had slammed my head to the table, or maybe it was me who slammed my head into the table because I can see the table so clearly. I felt my hot breath on my face... Furthermore, I wanted to ask for help, but I could barely speak, barely form any words, and next I knew there was this warm pair of hands holding me ... I could hear my name from afar, or it was coming  from the man who was holding me. I don't know, but I felt safe...and without worrying about the fact of what could happen to me now, I let my guard down...and finally closed my eyelids.

The next thing I knew was I woke up on my bed in my room. It must be Lara who helped me after that shitty panic attack, but what about that man... It must be all in my mind, I said to myself ... it was a quiet night. I reached up to my face to tie my hair...my face was wet... Perhaps I was crying in my sleep; it might have been a nightmare.

I reached up to my phone lying upside down on the wooden nightstand next to my bed. It was buzzing. I picked up and saw a notification; I chose to ignore it. I woke up from my bed and headed towards the bathroom; I was sweaty; I needed to take  a shower.  I was mumbling to myself.

And then I heard a breaking sound from my kitchen; it's probably a glass, but that's not relevant ... The vital point is that what made that glass fall, it would have been more natural to me if I kept those glasses on my kitchen counter, but that's not the case here because I keep them on the top right shelf, and they can't get out of it on their own unless someone takes it out, and I am sure it was not me in the morning ... Then who was in my kitchen  ... I would have convinced myself that it was Lara.... Maybe she is resting in the living room; it has happened before, but I can't anymore because I have just gotten a text from her saying if I am home or not......

If Lara was at her home, then... who is this person in my living room?

AND WHY IS THIS BLACK FIGURE COMING IN MY DIRECTION???

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