The sky's so black maybe there's an eclipse today. I wonder why it wasn't on the news last night. I've never witnessed an eclipse before.

Did I fall asleep?

 If so when? I remember one time when I fell asleep for no reason, I woke up on the school lawn butt naked.

Wait ....that was my mom.

Mmmm something smells nice, the aroma is amazing

 Is somebody cooking?

 "Mom?" 

I ask nobody and  get no response. 

Ha ha ha.

 As if that bitch cooks.

...

 Well aside from meth of course. That shit smells good. I've got to give her more credit. 

She is gifted at cooking meth. 

Chef's kiss, mwa

I legit no cap miss her nasty voice calling me from the bathroom after another vomit fest.

Now all I hear are heavy footsteps approaching my bedside. They are dragging, terrifying and just exaggerated.

Like jeez dude, pick up your feet. You know my ears are sensitive right?

Ok, that's when I realise that something's off....when did my bed get so comfy and soft and

 Wait...somebody died last night.

And....I think I saw the killers? And some dude with an awesome butt.

*Le gasp*

It was better than mine!!

 I can't scream my throat feels so scratchy and stiff. It's difficult to speak, like seriously, did I drink whiskey?

I don't usually drink. I don't drink at all these days, not after....the incident.

Somebody places a hand on my forehead and my eyes shoot wide open and I start to panic. I can't take somebody's hands near my hair!

Do not touch my hair!

"Shhhhh...Lena it's okay, you're safe."

No it's not safe!

I woke up in a stranger's bed, to a strange masculine voice, sounds like tequila falling onto rocks, smooth yet quenching.

Lmao.

I'm kidding.

Y'all know that I'm not some knuckle head like the usual protagonininist....prota....progress...... protagonists! Right?

 I look at the owner of the voice and I want to just get on the floor and play dead just so he can pick me up. 

Damn he's gorgeous, his hair is so curly but falls over his forehead and I just want to run my fingers through it, his jaw line is so sharp and ooo, the man looks like a whole snack!

I could eat that for breakfast.

And lunch and dinner and what the hell, in the middle of the night in my dreams.

I realize that I'm staring deep into his eyes.

His gorgeous, emerald green eyes.

I know I know, cliché but seriously, all my life I've been living in the wrong city, wrong continent, cause all the guys I see are just weirdos who don't know how to dress.

I need to say something, but my lips are too scared to move-

"Oh my gosh you are so gorgeous." I mentally slap my face.

 Why the heck did u let me say that?

 Stupid brain. 

He looks just about as shocked as I am, but quickly recovers by flashing me his smile.

"Thank you, I get that a lot."

 Eye-

Well...now I'm turned off.

I guess my tralala is out of service for the time being. I really thought that I'd fallen in love with a figment of my imagination but oh well, like every imaginary guy I know...he isn't real.

Come on....where on this planet will you ever find somebody this gorgeous.

I try not to roll my eyes and look at what's ahead of me.

I notice the tray full of bacon and lasagna and suddenly my stomach is speaking and tugging at my intestines.

 I gesture to it,

 "Is this?" he nods and I slide it carefully to my side. Watching for any sudden movements.

I'm so hungry, I'm always hungry and as I'm chowing down I remember, oh I was practically kidnapped yesterday. 

So I pop the question mouth full of steaming hot cheese. 

Oh my gosh this is so delicious. "Who are you and what do you want?" I ask taking a bite of salmon. 

"I am Ryan Walker, A.K.A leader of Bilotti mafia. I'm the boss you met yesterday."

I swallow hard and try to rewind to what he just said. I point at him with my fork, "You. You're the one with four badasses and a badass yourself who executed my boss?"

 I look down to have another mouthful, and hum.

"Interesting very interesting," I mumble this though, "

He looks just about my age and he's already doing stuff like that like come on F...MY...LYF." I just shrugged it off. 

I remembered that I literally almost died last night but somebody decided to keep me in this twisted world. I hate him.

I honestly hate him.

"So why am I here?"

 "I'll show you." He says reaching for my hand. 

My small hand fits so perfectly into his soft one, I feel a little tingle as our flesh connects. 

"I'll tell you everything you need to know but first, I need you to go take a shower and change into the clothes I will leave on your bed. Understand me Lena? If you cooperate you may just survive." I hesitate but nod.

 He lets go of my hand and I feel as if a part of me is missing, something important like air. 

Something that wasn't apart of me before, but now that it's gone...I miss it. I yearn for its return.

Something tingly and hot...

Meh.

I probably just farted, the thought of that is ridiculous. As if it was butterflies. Human's don't get butterflies in their stomachs.

 Well...you could call it gas.

A part of me is screaming for him not to go but I'll hold it in. I'll hold in my farts and keep them to myself.

Okay boss said go take a shower. Let's go take a shower. 

I take a step out of bed and as soon as I stand my head feels like it's been kicked at a lot.

"Owwww....who had a matador fight his bull in my head last night. Jeez Louise on the cheese, how did I offend you."

 I realize how lovely the floor is, carpeted in gray, actually the whole room is gray. 

Well...mostly. 

It's ginormous and beautiful. 

"Wow."

 I've never seen anything like this. I figure out where the shower is and it's so lovely. 

It looks like a waterfall and the glass is so, uhh...shiny.

 I strip and get in.

................................................................................................

I step out of the shower and grab a towel and wrap it around me. 

Best shower ever. I walk into the main room and find the clothes there carefully folded. 

I am now wearing a blue cropped jersey over black high rise jeans and grey sneakers. I've never felt so embraced by an item of clothing before.

 The mirror in front of me tells me I look hot, and it's the truth. 

I've always had lovely eyelashes and the tiny green specks in my eyes too, the light bounces off lovingly off my jade black curls.

 My hair is healthy.

 "Lena?"Ryan asks on the other side of the door. 

"I'm ready." I say back. 

He walks in wearing a blue shirt and black jeans and grey sneakers too. 

"We're matching." we say at the same time. 

I cough slightly and my shoes are suddenly looking interesting. 

"Let's go." He says with a little bit of hostility and just sounds mean. Like I did something, his mood's changed.

 WTF did I do?

 Who pissed in his cereal?

And why haven't I woken up from my coma yet?

This isn't real hahaha. I'm just dreaming.