Baby girl", says a gruff voice, I shiver, chills running down my body. "Come over here", says the same voice. I try to kick off hands trailing down my body, I scream till my throat feels raw. I run away but he catches me, I see pitch black emptiness in his eyes, his pupils dilated. 

I push him with all the might I can muster, but he is stronger than me. Suddenly ground leaves me and I am falling down, gravity sucking me into a never ending dark tunnel. 

My body reacts faster than my brain can process, my hands instinctively try to grab on something, but there is nothing I can find, I am scared now. "Help me please", I yell to anyone and everyone.. "Please help me", I scream. 

He catches me.. "Now we can't have you running, can we?", he says maniacally. I can't find my voice, my heart feels like it's going to burst open from the pain. Every part of my body aches. 

Hot tears run silently down my cheeks. I kick him when he least expects it and I take off. I try several doors but there is no exit.

My heart is about to explode. 

He appears out of nowhere his eyes bloodshot and his hands choke me, cutting my air supply. My eyes are burning, body goes limp.I know I can't take it anymore, I am about to die.

Warm hands envelope me and I sob of relief. "Everything will be alright Angel", the voice coos me. Dry heaves wreck me and when I am sure there's no energy left in me I sleep a disturbed night.

I wake up early with a tornado sized headache. Untangling myself from the sheets I stretch my sore muscles and try soothing my forehead. A sudden movement outside the window catches my eye, but I ignore it. I think I am hallucinating . As my feet touch the ground I instantly regret it. All I want to do is to recede back in the warmth of my sheets. I look to my bedside table and pick my glasses, my world instantly comes back to focus. I walk to my bathroom and cringe at the sight of myself in the mirror. My hazel eyes look dull and there are dark circles under them, my dark brown hair is mess. I tie it up in a messier bun. My face looks tired. I ignore my reflection and do my daily routine. I pat my hair dry and leave it loose. I wear my favourite baggy shirt and navy blue tights and head to my kitchen. My maid Julia serves me sandwiches fresh out of grill. I moan as mayo drips drips from the corner of my lips. God bless the person who actually made this gooey goodness.

I  am not a ultra thin stick of plastic that people call models. 

"Did you call your mom yesterday?", she asks me. She is more like my nanny than my maid.

"Yes I did", I reply gulping my juice. 

My mother had an empire to run. I don't remember my dad, I don't know if that makes me a bad person. I was born a week after we lost him. After my dad's death my mother drowned herself in work. She hates our house because it reminds her of dad she sees him in every corner. I sigh and my phone starts ringing I fish it out of my pocket to see Monica's name flash on the screen. I quickly check the time to see I am running ten minutes late.

"Get your sorry ass out, right now" she yells through the speaker.

One thing that we both hated is being late. I rush outside too see her waiting angrily, if she were a cartoon character I would have seen her temperature rise to her face, her ears steaming. "I am sorry I am late. I had  migraine", I say. "Apology accepted",she mutters.

We start walking briskly, Monica does not talk to me  half the walk, she is nearest to what I would call a friend. Her brown eyes are kohl lined, her jet black hair tied up in a intricate braid, she's wearing a long black coloured skirt with golden embroidery and a golden blouse. She looks like an Indian goddess. 

I have started to hate the idea of walking to the college. But it was mine and it is the only form of exercise I do so I remain silent.

We walk to a intersection and I see a tallish guy following us. I ignore it, but after a while we turn right I find him trailing behind us. 

"Someone is following us", I whisper yell Monica.

She glances backwards and looks back at me nodding with wide eyes. "What the fish!", she swears. Monica's parents have a strict policy on swearing so we came up with ideas.

"Shut up and walk faster" I say urgently. She glances backward. "Is he still following us?" I ask. She nods. As we round the corner to the college I turn around.

"Why the hell are you following us?", I yell at the stalker. He looks confused and glances behind and then points at his chest. "Can you see anyone else here your majesty?" I snap. I glance at Monica to see a dazed expression on her face.

"Why would I ever follow you?", he asks me raising his perfect brow. And then he starts laughing like its the most funny joke in the world. I scowl at him and that makes him double over with laughter. 

"Don't all the stalkers say the same thing?" I rise my voice by a few decibels.

"Do I even look like a stalker?", he asks me controlling his fit of laughter.

I take his appearance for the first time. Saying that he is hot would be the understatement of the day. His eyes are charcoal black, or maybe the darkest shade of grey. His lips are full and his jaw is angular. His grey shirt stretched over his muscles, his hair various shades of brown  is messy and drops over his forehead. His skin was golden, he wore a branded v neck t-shirt, his tattoo peeking beneath his sleeves. He wore dark jeans and some expensive looking pair of shoes.

"Hello Miss daydream did you get lost", he says waving his hand over my face. I realise we moved closer. 

I roll my eyes.

"Then why were you following us?", I ask folding my hands on my chest.

"I study in this college", he says pointing at the college building. 

"Since when?", I ask. 

"Since today", he snaps.

"Oh really, I think I must report to the police", I say taking out my cellphone.

"You mad woman", he says snatching my phone and fishing out his identity card. He flashes it in my face.