She had been stabbed to death in the middle of a university lecture, as she lay on the ground dead the lecture hadn’t stopped, the students hadn’t noticed their professors body on the floor until it was too late and the body had been removed by the university staff.
Few days earlier, she had gone to a local club. It was college night and most of the girls were dressed up, she could hear the thudding bass banging from the cars parked outside as she walked down the cool night air. She was wearing a short tight green dress with large sunglasses perched on top of her head; she had her blonde hair pulled into a pony tail. As she stopped outside the club she took out a cigarette and almost immediately a man approached her.
After a small talk she agreed to go in with him. She quickly realised that he was a teacher; she wished she had seen his name on his jacket and had put him off with a joke or an argument. She had come to the club to meet a boy she had met a few days before at the library and was hoping to get drunk and playful with him. Especially after the time they had spent alone together in his apartment. She had agreed to go with him because she thought he was different and was scared of losing her virginity to a boy in her second year uni. She was terrified of ending up in a situation which she knew she’d regret later in life.
The night unfolded as she expected, most of the clubsgoers were trying to impress others and were loud and unaware of their surroundings. The student left the dance floor to use the bathroom and she had a few moments to speak to the boy next to her. He had asked her about her family and her history. She told him she was from a small town in the middle of nowhere, she had never been to his small town and he had never been to her. They bonded over their distaste for the town in which she had spent most of her life.
After a few hours of dancing and chatting they returned to the parking area. The boy had wanted to check out the scenery outside and how his car’s paint had faded. This was a sign that he had been away from home for quite some time.
She stood by the hood of his car and watched him as he scribbled the front of his car, she couldn’t see it but she knew her writing was next to his. The students around her were drunk and staggering from one another, their conversations had become loud and oddly hilarious.
It was safe, the students were not aware or concerned of their surroundings. It was a prime time to strike.
She doesn’t remember what the man had said to her, but she remembers his actions. She was the back of the car, leaning forward looking at the driver’s seat. He had crept right up behind her and grabbed her arms, she had fallen down to the ground screaming as others looked at her and tried to figure out what was going on.
He tried to stab her in the shoulder, but she rolled over and tried to get away from him. He had stabbed her in the back of the leg. She had turned and tried to kick him as hard as she could. She knew what she would feel if she hit him, he would be angry and she would fear him, but for some reason she felt tremendous fear at the time. She had kicked him and yelled at him, she then ran away from him as fast as she could.
She had been speaking to her boyfriend Jack about what had happened to her. He had asked her if the man had been a member of a gang and had tried to scare her into telling him their location, but she knew he knew, he was not a student, he was just a scared university professor. The mile back to her dorm made her think about what her life would be like in the future if she chose not to pass the uni exams. There was no point in going to uni. Her grades were what they were, she would not bend back to the extent that she did. It was only for a year and then she would have a better career and a better life, she would not waste the opportunity, she would not back out now.
The night slowly came to an end. The students had agreed that if anyone needed them, they were off campus, there were parties happening around the town. They had returned to their student lodgings in the local village and had a shower before crawling into bed. They were both tired and sweaty, he had fallen asleep instantly; she had stared at the ceiling thinking as she listened to his breathing.
The next morning she woke up and had tried to ignore what had happened the night before. She had looked out her bedroom window and saw the sky was a heavy black and the weather was looking bad, the road in front of her was full of cars and the road was quickly disappearing under a sea of red brake lights. She quickly got ready and headed out of her room and into the lodge to grab a hot beverage and some toast before heading to her friend’s dorm.
Her friend Leta lived in the middle of the village, they both walked quickly up the main street. The buildings were looking worn and the street lamp posts were rusting from the rain that was falling from a hastily forming grey sky. She turned and looked at the opposite end of the street, she could see the rest of the village, the river running through the centre, the students walking towards their lodgings, the cars parked outside. She could see her house, it was just in the right position to scan the opposite side of the road for any danger. All was safe as she took a sip of her drink and got ready to head back downstairs if she needed to.
She walked back downstairs , she noticed that Leta had been looking out the corner of the window facing the road. She had stopped talking to herself and had turned around to face my friend. She looked at her intently and asked;
“Are you enjoying college life?”
“Yes”, she replied.
“You look happy today”, she said with a nod “I just wanted to check?” she continued with a smile.
“Just enjoying the sunshine”, she replied
“Don’t tell me, we have matching green eyes.” she said before laughing lightly.
Leta had laughed ironically and laughed again. She had looked down at the floor and had felt her body tense. It was then she had heard footsteps climbing the stairs and had looked up to see the man who had killed her standing before them.
“Leta, now is not a good time”, he said sternly.
“Dad, don’t be a jerk”, said her mother as she came into the room.
He nodded and turned to my friend.
“I am sorry for interrupting, can you tell me where my daughter is?” he asked her.
“I am here”, she said “What is the problem?”
“We have come to take you home, is everything alright”? he said with a slight uncertain tone in his voice.
“I am having a great time, thanks for that, I walk down at two, I will ask my host if I can stay.” she responded with a firm smile.
She stopped talking as they stared at her. She looked back into their blank faces, her smile had not faltered. Leta laughed.
“Boyfriend troubles”, Leta said looking at her father.
“I have a boyfriend?” she said “I thought I was just going out to lunch with a friend?”
“Two?” her father said with a smile.
“Four?” added her mother.
She looked at them both shocked as they examined her.
“I don’t have a boyfriend. I walked out with a friend to grab some lunch”, she said.
“Right, that’s a shame” her dad replied with mock disappointment. His mother was in his office, she could see her sitting in an argyle chair tapping on her chest with her hand. She had laughed at his response and watched as he turned back around to face the room.
She looked at him and then at my friend. They both stood up in unison, her body tensed as she too stood to her full height. Leta laughed as they moved as one as she grabbed my friend’s hand and pulled him along with her. As they moved towards the door she pulled open the outside door and looked at her dad.
“Dad, look.” she said “I am thanking you for saving me. I am appreciative that you came to get me but I need to get out of here. I will look after you in the future but right now I am going to get something to eat.”
Her father smiled happily and waved her goodbye and closed the front door. She dropped her friend’s hand and looked up to the sky.
“It’s getting bad”, she said as she watched the lightening and the clouds rolling towards her way. She closed the door and breathed in the fresh air, the smell of rain and the scent of the wet trees under the property’s entrance. She looked at the hallway she was standing in.