Le Grand Meaulnes: The Land of Lost Content

Part 4 of Act 1

2008-11-13T10:24:00.000-08:00

Part 4 of Act 1

The night passed by like any ordinary night, tossing and turning I’ve finally decided to wake myself up and face the new day. Last night I had the weirdest dream ever, I dreamed in my dream if that was possible I don’t even know. I stretched out before getting off the bed when I felt my hand holding into something I slowly opened my eyes and instead of something my eyes landed on someone who’s lying next to me, I opened my mouth to scream for help but then the person beside me suddenly turn towards my direction making all traces of my fear and anxiety vanished. I blinked rapidly, if this is a dream I don’t want to wake up. “Had a good sleep?” the stranger said in a low husky voice, my mind was paralyzed rendering it completely unable to come up with any words, I nodded and he smiled. The stranger let go of my hand and sat on his side of bed not removing his eyes on me. Feeling a bit awkward I mimicked his actions and sat on my side of the bed. After a few minutes of silence I finally managed to make my brain work. “Y..y..you must be Sammael, am I right?” My voice stuttered. His gaze did not waver but there is a glint of mischievousness in his eyes. He didn’t answer my question, but instead he got up and walked his way out of my room, stumbling on my feet I quickly followed his way out, if this is a dream I would probably find him gone once I stepped out of my room but instead when I got out of my room I found a girl sitting on my couch petting a black cat on her lap. The stranger lean on my side gesturing me to sit next to the girl on the couch, I hesitated a bit but followed when he nudge my side towards the girl’s direction. I sat myself in the nearest chair and looked at the young girl once again, this whole thing doesn’t make any sense and I’m trying so hard to focus and patch up everything in my mind. My thoughts was lost once the girl suddenly looked at me, she let her cat down the couch and took hold of my trembling hands. “I’m glad that we came here just in time. Who knows what they might done to you.” The girl stroked the back of my hand in such a gentle manner that I felt a wave of ease and comfort. “Who are you people? Is my life in danger? Who is the guy that attacked me last night? What have you done to him? Where is he? Did you call the police?” I looked back to my stranger who’s still leaning on the side of my bedroom door “and are you the one they called Sammael?” The living room was still deathly silent, either my stranger or the girl that's holding my hand is answering my bombarded questions, I was about to ask them again with something when the girl who held me squeezed my hand. “Patience and everything will be answered. You will come to know your purpose soon, in the mean time we have to keep you safe.” “I don’t understand.” I respond while slightly shaking my head, the girl let go of my hand and I felt another presence hold my shoulder, looking up I saw my stranger kneeling down in front of me gripping my shoulder ever so gently. “I am Sammael. That is the only question that we can answer at the moment. And she is Lily.” My head is all messed up, last night was terrible the thought that I almost got killed by an unknown man was really frightening, but the thought that my stranger was real and not just a dream was enough to compensate for the fact that I was almost choked to death. Lily looks at me and smiled, she was probably 16 or 17, she has reddish hair and she is a little shorter than me, if you look carefully her eyes had a small shade of onyx just like Sammael’s. Lily looks at me oddly before she pointed into her cat and says “This is my pet Lucious.” She picked up the feline and laid it into her lap once again stroking its ears with her gentle hands. Sammael sat himself beside me in another chair before he spoke once again. “Next time, just follow what you have seen in your dream.”

- To be continued

Part 3 of Act 1

2008-11-10T22:39:00.000-08:00

Part 3 of Act 1

Whatever it is that this bulky man was saying, I don’t understand a thing, his piercing green eyes looks like it wanted nothing but to see me dead but something is holding him back and I can feel it. The crisp of the night air tangled in my skin then another thought came in mind, who the hell is Sammael? Is he my stranger? And why does this guy say that, that Sammael fellow saved me in the bar? These thoughts juggled in my cloudy mind as I whack my brain for an answer but nothing came and a new question rises, why is this man is after me? I don’t recall seeing him before and I clearly don’t have anything to do with him, he must have mistaken me from someone else. As my mind was busy processing each thought I found my attacker glaring at me like the thought of finally killing me has already been decided in his mind. I swallowed hard while looking at him directly in the eye as if I was trying to convey a little mercy into him, mercy that he wouldn’t kill. I closed my eyes again, thinking back I remembered my wonderful dream where I was held by my stranger, if only I had followed everything in my dream then maybe, just maybe I wouldn’t end up being strangled to death. As the hands that grip my slender neck becomes tighter and tighter my mind drifted back to when I was a kid. At age 4 I thought my father died, I don’t know how but I saw his death. I remember seeing him inside a black coffin and our all our relatives whom I don’t even know was there. After the burial two weeks later my father came home and I was shock beyond belief. I tried to tell everything to my mom but she just won’t listen and I don’t want her to think that her only child is insane. I should even be thankful that my father was alive but the image of him lying motionless inside a coffin was scary enough for me. Later that night after dinner mom and dad had a big fight, I remembered just like it was yesterday the way my dad walked out of the door and seconds later we heard the car engine coming into life, mom says that dad just went to a quick drive to cool his head but he didn’t came back home that night. The other day after I went home from school I saw mom crying into the couch. She looks pale and her hand is gripping the phone so hard that her knuckles are turning white. I came to her side and she hugged me, her cries becoming louder, she asked me to get dressed and ready myself because our relatives would arrive soon, being a kid I don’t really know what’s happening to her. The next thing I know when I got down from our stairs I saw the exact scene in my dream, in the middle of our living room lies a black coffin and people are starting to arrive, I remember seeing some of them in a few family reunion that my parents drag me into but I don’t particularly remember anyone in specific. My curiosity kicked in and I suddenly lean into the coffin to see whose inside and in that instant my fears suddenly become reality when I saw my father lying inside the coffin. I never told anyone that I saw my father’s death, I regret not telling my mom about my bizarre dream the moment my dad got home, if I did, I might’ve saved my father from his death. Somehow I blame myself for his death and blame myself even more when my mom committed suicide soon after the burial of my father. People say that your life flashes back to you when you are about to die, I was hesitant to believe that thought but now that I’m really about to die I can prove the truth in that theory. I was conditioning my mind that sooner or later I would be joining my parents in the after life, if ever there is any when I suddenly felt my neck being released. My limp body landed on the wooden floor, I tried so hard to see why my bulky captor has suddenly let go of me but my lack of air and extreme horrification rendered me motionless, as I was about pass out I felt a pair of icy cold hands in my neck, this time instead of gripping me to death the hand is caressing my bare neck as if trying to remove all the pain and torture it had experienced earlier. “Sorry I came late. I should have followed my instincts from the start and assume that they would do this to you.” That voice, the same soothing voice of the alluring stranger in my dream. Before sleep would completely loom over me I used my last ounce of strength and took hold of his cold hands. “Don’t leave me tonight.” I managed to shamelessly plea before my awareness was completely swept off.

– To be continued

Part 2 of Act 1

2008-11-07T01:37:00.000-08:00

Thank you all for all the positive comments. Here is a short update to my story. I'm very much sorry that I have only come up with this short update. I'm experiencing a writer's block but rest assured that I won't abandon this story and promise to update really soon. Enjoy reading people!

Part 2 of Act 1

My mind’s spinning and the only thing I can see is darkness my body’s trying hard to become aware of its surrounding, I tried opening my eyes but the damn lids won’t even budge. I’m beginning to hear something, it was like a muffled sound and as seconds past the sound is becoming more like a voice calling out to me, the restart option in my brain finally worked and it was clear to me what the mysterious voice was saying as it becomes more and more audible in my ears. “Hey Miss! Wake up we’re in your place already.” Confused I tried to open my eyes this time only to become face to face with the annoyed taxi driver. I blinked as I jerked my head was it all just a dream? “Are you going to pay me and get out of my car? I don’t have the whole night to wait for you missy.” I handed the fuming driver a 20 dollar bill and walked out of the cold pavement in front of my loft apartment I didn’t bother to close his car door since he annoys me very much. I looked at my apartment building contemplating on the thought if everything I had just experience is nothing more than a mere dream or not, I didn’t even feel it when I bumped into someone as I entered the building. “Excuse you!” the fat man whom I run into spit into me in annoyance. Like a walking zombie I went up into my apartment floor and fiddled my keys as I insert one to unlock my door. This is like Déjà Vu everything is the same in my dreams, the smell of the night air, the deafening silence the chill that I felt as I entered in my loft. I took off my shoes, went to the window and make sure to lock it, I lay my bag in the couch and went to my room, instead of taking a shower and indulging in the tub I contented myself by brushing my teeth and washing my face. I slipped my pajamas and tucked myself in my bed. My eyes scanned the room, waiting for the alluring stranger to jump at me out of no where, anticipating for his cold hands to touch my neck, wanting his breath to damp in my face. As pathetic and crazy as it may sound I’m pining for his presence. I tossed and turn but sleep won’t come my way. This time after the dream the image of the alluring stranger somewhat becomes clearer, at least now I can remember what color his eyes were. They were as dark as the night sky but carry some sort of melancholy in them. His onyx eyes with midnight blue irises are all over my head, filling my body’s longing to see him again. The more I think of him, the more I become engrossed or should I say obsessed in his existence. If he was as real as I wished him to be I want to see him, but if he was just a being created by my delusional mind, I don’t mind living in the fantasy world with him. After thinking over and finally drawing the conclusion that I needed mental help I peeked at the clock standing in my night table. Its 2:00 am. The events in the Royalton Hotel came rushing in m head, what good it is to linger in that thought any way I told myself, but a part of me refuse to accept the settling fact that I have drilled in the reasoning side of my brain. Feeling a little thirsty I decided I needed to drink something to calm my nerves and maybe help me get to sleep. As I opened my bedroom door, everything that I saw in my dream the time I went out of my bathroom came to life. The curtain, the howling wind, the uneasiness in the air, I wasn’t as scared as the me in my dream after all I already know what will happen, any minute from now I will come face to face with the alluring stranger and he will gently grip my neck with his cold hands. My anticipation is getting the best of me as I expose myself more in the living room, any moment now and I shall see him again, I closed my eyes to pray a silent prayer when I felt a presence behind me I gulped swallowing the building lump in my throat, this is it I can’t hide my anxious excitement to feel his hands against my body. It seems that my stranger hasn’t made any move at all so I’ve decided to spun around to see him, to my utter surprise instead of seeing my alluring stranger I saw another man, this man in front of me clearly is not my stranger he has a muscular body instead of the lean body that I recall, his hair is as black as coal instead of the disheveled dark brown hair and his piercing green eyes was far from the onyx eyes of my lovely stranger. I was struck by two forceful hands choking me to death, this man’s grip was strong enough to separate my head from my body yet he does not apply more force just enough to choke me and prevent air to come and escape from my lungs. My eyesight is becoming blurry and my mind was cloudy more cloudy now that I don’t have enough air in my body. I’m not scared I’m horrified and yet I can’t even struggle to free myself, this is too far fetch from the dream I had. I was about to close my eyes and welcome my death when the man who held me loosen his grip a little enough to let a skimpy amount of air to enter my collapsing lungs. “Do you really think that Sammael would come to your rescue? He might have succeeded to save you in the club, but I very much doubt it if he could save you now.”

- To be continued

Act 1 - Breached

2008-11-03T01:22:00.000-08:00

Taking off my glasses and rubbing my temples I gawked at the endless pile of envelops, folders and documents that filled almost three fourths of my desk, I feel trapped and isolated, I don’t have a single friend in our office and my boss doesn’t give me any credit for all the crap that I do for her. That fucking spinster who dresses like a Lolita makes me want to laugh straight at her face. But then again, the values instilled in me since a kid would constantly kick my conscience, hindering me in doing any rude acts. Sighing and closing my eyes my mind drifted back to the early morning’s event, a sudden chill ran down my spine and I can’t help but feel that something is amiss.

Feeling suddenly awake I struggle to pull my body up, my head hurts, too much alcohol never really do me any good. I look around eyes half closed and still half asleep I let my eyes roam around the room, seeing that I’m on an unfamiliar territory a sudden realization hit me, I don’t know this place. Panic stricken, adrenaline poured out of me as I frantically got up from the bed that earlier contained my slumber form. I look around once again trying to look for something to cover up my naked form. Why am I naked? I don’t even know. Reaching for my fallen clothes scattered on the floor I hastily pulled the sheets out of the bed but the other end of the sheet seems to be stuck on something and as I try to pull harder I lost my footing and fell on my butt producing a loud thud sound. I look around once again waiting for some presence to reveal itself, but there seems to be no one else in the room but me. I gathered all my discarded clothes and put them back on to cover my nudity. Contemplating on myself if I should just leave or wait for someone I decided to leave. Writing my name and contact number on a crumpled paper that I found in the night stand. Whoever lives in this place owes me a lot of explanation. I hesitantly took hold of the knob, and opened the door slowly seeing that no one’s outside the corridor I made my way to the elevator on the end of the hall. The elevator door opened revealing an ungraceful looking operator, as I enter I noticed the look the operator was giving me feeling suddenly self conscious I started to check my own self, seeing that I look ok I didn’t pay him any more attention “What floor Madame?” the uncanny operator ask me, I stammered as I whack my brain out to come up with an answer, but not knowing where I am I don’t really know where to go. “G…ground floor p…lease” my voice sound so foreign even on my own ears. Looking up I saw that I was on the 47^th floor I tried my best not to look fazed. I was beginning to think that I was in some fancy high rise hotel, I tried to recall what happened last night but my mind can only come up with three things: a pill of ecstasy, some shot of tequila and an alluring stranger.

Waking from my day dreaming I once again swoop my glasses and places them right before my eye. I have so much work to be done and thinking about what happened this morning is not helping me to progress at all. The events keep turning into my mind like a silent movie from the 60’s playing over and over on my head. Am I starting to get crazy? I really need to be focusing on my job and yet here I am, letting my mind get the best of me by recalling everything that has transpired this morning. One thing that really bothers me though is the alluring stranger. I know I met someone in the club, but how come I don’t remember his face, although his intoxicating smell still lingers in my nostrils I can’t exactly recall his face. Crazy seems to be an understatement, I think I’m beginning to be delusional. I never had a boyfriend since birth and all the men who turn to look at me wanted nothing more from me but sex. “Sex.” Hearing that word all I can only think about it as an act, I don’t know the feeling, the sensation, the… what am I thinking? Why am I thinking about sex anyway? I made it clear to myself that I didn’t make sex with the alluring stranger in the club I have solid proof that my virginity is still intact. After I get to my office I make sure to do some research first on what it would feel after your first time, the after lust and all the tiny juicy detail of your first time. I don’t feel sore in between my legs, my body temperature is so normal, I don’t have any lustful thoughts that I can think of at this moment. I sigh, I don’t know if that’s a sign of relief that I’m still a virgin or a disappointment that I hadn’t seal the deal with the alluring stranger.

“Safiya, are you quite done with the documents that I need?” for the nth time of the day I have been awakened by my reverie. “2 more minutes and I’ll e-mail it to you.” I tried to sound as natural as possible but my boss gave me this speculating glare that wants me to scram at my feet and beg for her forgiveness. The document is due yesterday and here I am begging for a pathetic 2 minutes so I can email it to her. Minerva gave me a smug look and positioned herself in front of my desk leaning on my pile of work, her dull blue eyes darting towards me, “Someone looks like she’s having a little bit of going on in her life, you’re never late in what ever I ask you to do. Are you seeing someone?” I immediately picked up her tone Minerva is more of mocking me than questioning. A little lie won’t hurt and besides I really want her to feel jealous that I won’t be going old alone like her. I smiled at her a sly sadistic smile before nodding my head lightly indicating that I was answering a yes for her question. Her face twitch, a little dismay and a little irritation radiating from her form which is still leaning on my desk, Minerva carefully withdraw and stood straight in front of my desk, it took her a minute or two before she speaks. “Well, that’s good. At least one of us gets to get laid.” She muttered the last part of her statement under her breath apparently not wanting me to hear it but I did. I flashed her one cheerful smile and said “the document’s been emailed you might want to check them Minerva.” Before retreating to her office Minerva dangled her hand in the air drawing imaginary heart shaped objects teasing me with “Safiya Albright no longer a NBFSB member.”

NBFSB? Now what does that mean? Before I could get up and start to raise the question, Minerva had already marched inside her office then my yahoo messenger pops out from my computer screen.

Minnie069: NBFSB means No Boyfriend Since Birth. A club I thought would suit you and me. But I guess I’m on my own now. I’m happy for you Safiya.

I smiled to myself, sometimes Minerva could be so sweet, provided that she’s in a good mood that is. Suddenly a pang of guilt struck me, while Minerva is being kind and sweet here I am deceiving her telling her lies but then again, I didn’t know that my little lie would turn out to be like this. Once again I sighed at myself it’s almost time to go home. I might as well start fixing my things. Before going up I replied to Minerva’s ym.

Safiya007: ;-) Thanks!

As I absent mindedly stroll through the hallway on my way to the ladies room, I fiddled through my ID which is usually clipped on my breast pocket then realizing that it wasn’t there. Thinking that maybe I haven’t really placed it there I made my way into the ladies room to resume my daily routine of fixing myself. As I entered the room, I saw two of my officemate aimlessly chatting in front of the mirror while they skillfully or better yet mechanically apply their make up. “Hey, Safiya I saw you last night at the club. Who’s with you?” the red haired which is obviously dyed asked me, I recall her name is Bree.

“I’m with a friend.” I answered flatly not wanting the conversation to go on any much longer. “I didn’t know you have some friends?” Bree said sardonically. Clearly, this girl won’t easily let me off the hook, people know that I lack social interest and that I have a very limited number of friends most of them not in this office. “I said a friend; in short I’m on a date.” Bree was unable to throw back any sarcastic comments and I walked passed them my nose stuck up in the air, locking my self inside the toilet cubicle. As soon as I locked the door and heard the duo exit the ladies room with a fit, I let go of my breath which I have been holding since I unleash my intimidating answer. Something’s definitely wrong with me today. After a good five minutes of articulately fixing my hair and retouching my light make up I went to grab my things at my desk. I scramble the things in my bag in a futile attempt to find my ID but with no luck it wasn’t there. I might as well go back to Royalton Hotel to check whether or not I have left my ID there.

The pavement was cold the temperature indicates that Christmas is just around the corner. I wave at the first taxi at my sight but the car didn’t pull over, my gaze followed the cab which passed right in front of me and I almost cursed the damned driver when he stop to the next block when a blond woman wave at him. “Tough luck” Bree snickered by my side clearly enjoying my little defeat at the cab, what did I ever did to this girl? She’s really hitting on my nerves on purpose. “Driver’s too choosy.” I answered in a very bitter tone not bothering to look at the woman beside me. Bree didn’t answer instead she waved her hand and a taxi stop right there and then, I was really crazy to think that she would give me the taxi or even share it with me. Bree opened the door and hurled herself in the car giving me a smug smile. “I’ll see you tomorrow Safiya.” She shut the door and the taxi went off. I shut my mouth I don’t want to bother myself by snapping at that annoying witch. After some time, I finally got myself a taxi.

“Royalton Hotel please.” the driver quickly obliged, to my relief there isn’t much traffic in the streets and I got in the hotel at 8:00pm flat. I went to the information booth to inquire if I left my ID here.

“Hi!” I said casually to the receptionist. She greeted me with a lovely smile and asked “What can I do for you ma’am?” “Well…” I hesitated a minute, I didn’t practice what should I say, the thought that maybe someone brought me here didn’t came across my mind until three seconds ago, I adjusted my wrist watch, a gesture I always do when I’m nervous or anxious. I smiled and tried to swallow the small build up of saliva in my mouth. “I came here last night… Actually I’m not sure if I’m alone or if I’m with someone…and… I was wondering if…if…maybe I left my ID here.” I managed to finish what I was saying still fiddling my wrist watch. The receptionist looking at me questionably, processing what I have just said then she smiled again and asked “What room are you in ma’am?” “I don’t really remember.” “Can I just get your name then?”

“Safiya… Safiya Albright” I said nervously. “Can you hold on a minute ma’am?” I nodded and the receptionist made a few clicks on her computer clearly checking any record that I might have in their hotel. After some more clicks here and there she looked at me and said “Safiya Albright, you have checked at exactly 02:48 am at room 37410.” “Did I checked alone?” I managed to gather up my last batch of courage to ask that impeding question, the receptionist looked at me skeptically “You don’t have any company ma’am.” Even if I can’t see my face I know from the heat arising in my ears that my face is turning crimson from embarrassment. The receptionist is kind enough to spare me from another embarrassment when she handed me my ID and smiled kindly at me. “Thanks a lot!” after walking several steps away from the hotel lobby I stop dead on my tracks and walk back to where the receptionist is. “I don’t think I’ve checked out yet, I don’t even recalled paying for my stay.” I earned another questionable look from her “You haven’t checked out yet ma’am but your stay has been already paid.” “By who?” by this time the receptionist was looking at me like I’m some kind of a crazy person asking her thoughtless and of course crazy questions. “You have paid for it ma’am. In cash.” She cleared. I don’t want to bombard her with another set of questions so I thanked her and walked out of the hotel. Royalton Hotel, surely was not some cheap run down hotel and me paying in cash? I don’t think that’s possible. Is the receptionist telling me the truth? I checked my wallet I saw a few hundred dollars I went to the nearest ATM machine to check if I got any money out from my savings. After punching the code and checking my balance, I noted that not a single cent was taken from my account. That receptionist is obviously lying, but why would she lie to me? Getting more and more agitated I marched my way back to the hotel, this time I’m definitely not going to ask that receptionist again. I made my way back to the hotel realizing that the hotel information desk is empty I walk pass by and headed to the reservation area. I have to find someone sane enough to get the answers that I needed. I saw a man talking with a guest whose probably here to spend the night, after getting the guest’s accommodation I came up to him. “Hi! I’m Safiya Albright, I checked in last night but I don’t think I checked out yet.” “Oh! Kindly hold on ma’am.” The receptionist made a quick check on his computer and turns to me the second he’s through with the typing and clicking thing. “You’ve already paid for your stay a full day payment was made after you have checked in this morning at about 2am.” “Right. I totally forgot that one.” I mumbled a quite thank you to the receptionist and made my way out of the hotel. I called a cab and went home in my loft.

I quickly opened my door and turned on the lights, my place is exactly the same since I left it the other day. I walked across my living room and went straight to my bedroom, removing my clothes I switched on the heater on my shower maybe a nice hot bath would help me clear up my head then maybe I could think straight and figure the bizarre things that’s happen last night in the club and in the Royalton hotel. Sliding my glass door I went inside the hot shower, I watched the steam as it makes its foggy effect on my mirror door, I let the hot water pour down to my body as I rub my hair with my shampoo the scent of lavender working its aroma therapy calming my stressed muscles, I reached for the liquid soap beside the shampoo, slowly I pour some of it into my body using the sponge to spread the castile liquid in my pale flesh. I closed my eyes as I let the calming sensation take over me, sensing that I needed more than a shower to help me relax I filled the tub with lukewarm water and prepared it for a bubble bath. I soaked my naked body into the welcoming water and lean my head on the folded towel on the banister. My eyes are becoming heavy signaling my mind that I needed to sleep but my mind won’t obliged. It’s still busy processing the events of last night. How come I don’t remember anything that happened last night? It’s not like it’s my first time to use ecstasy, although I’m not an addict I’ve tried using ecstasy with my bestfriend before every time we would go clubbing, the purple pill helps me to socialize and I never had a memory lost when using it. As for the alcohol issue, I know that I don’t have a high tolerance but I could always get till at least five shots of tequila. The pill and the alcohol issue don’t bother me as much as the alluring stranger, I kept on thinking is he a product of my imagination? Am I playing on myself? Did I really meet him in the club? Why did I wake up in the Royalton hotel? And why did I wake up naked? My head is beginning to take a spin I’ve been lingering long enough in the water. I hurled myself out of the tub and covered myself with my robe I brushed my teeth and headed outside the bath into my room. Stepping into my room I felt stiff, a familiar yet foreign scent filled the night air, is this one of my nightly fantasy or is this one for real? I heard some rustling sound by the window the curtain is flying following the flow of the cold wind through my open window. Suddenly I felt alert, I never did leave the window open why was the curtain flowing through the air? Sensing that I wasn’t alone at the moment my eyes quickly and alertly scanned the room, I took a few step backward hesitating if I would lock myself up in the bathroom in my second step I grip harder at the hair dryer in my hand ready to swing if ever there is an unwanted visitor in my loft. I took another step my heart rate accelerating I could almost hear its resounding anxiousness when I felt a very cold hand in my neck, I spun around to see the face of the intruder, thinking that if I die I might at least wanted to see the face of the vixen who would take my life. To my utter surprise I’m met by the most inviting, alluring and hypnotizing pair of onyx eyes accompanied with midnight blue irises. “Hello stranger.” I heard the intruder whisper in my ears sending a chill of electricity down to my spine his voice rendered me helpless in his arms I tried to push him away but the intoxicating smell of his minty fresh breath rendered me helpless then my brain suddenly alarmed me that the intruder was no other than the alluring stranger in the club. I tried to open my mouth to say something but the dizziness I felt during my bath came back to me as fast as lightning and then everything went black.

- to be continued

Midnight Rhapsody

2008-11-03T01:16:00.000-08:00

Safiya Albright - a plain and simple girl who want's nothing but to be noticed. After a night of what she thought was just an after effect of drugs and alcohol she finds herself in an obscure and rhapsodic turn of events.