Life seems so devoid without the ones you love in it. Sitting in my kitchen, drinking coffee and reading the paper, should have made me relaxed and happy but it didn't. My parents bought me this little house off campus because they thought Id be safer away from the frat parties and late night drinking. The second I graduated high school I moved out here six states away from home because I thought I would be happy living away from my parents house. I am a fully capable eighteen year old girl and I didn't need them breathing down my neck about how to run my life. Sure they are both successful doctors but that doesn't mean I need to be too. I could be out being reckless but I'm not. I am sitting in my kitchen at 10 p.m. drinking coffee to keep me awake enough to study yet reading the paper to procrastinate. Sitting here kind of makes me wish I had my parents with me. At least I would be alone all the time.
School started a month ago but I haven't really made any friends yet. I am all alone almost always even in a crowd of people. My life is so dull and repetitive, I can barely feel motivated to do anything. I go to class, study, eat, nap, coffee, study, nap, class and so on everyday. If I had someone to talk to maybe it would be different. It's not like people don't try to talk to me in class. I'm not repulsive or anything. I stand at an even 5'5 with about 140 pounds in me, although I think a good 10 pound alone is in just one of my breasts. My eyes are a hazel but I'd like to think they're a bit more green. I have light brown hair that has been called wavy and tousled. I just call it a mess. I think I have nice features. I just haven't found anyone that excited me enough to let them close enough to see the details.
Sitting here contemplating all of this isn't going to do me any good. Neither is studying seeing as I have already memorized my notes and most of the textbooks. I need to go take a bath and try to relax. Before I go, I turn out all the lights in my kitchen and then in my living room. I even turn off the porch lights in my back yard. I usually leave that light on so there is just enough light to be able to see without seeing where I am. Heading upstairs, using the railing to guide me, I feel like I need something but I just can't see what it is. I try to leave that thought in the hallway but it follows me into the bathroom.
After an hour of soaking in the lavender scented bubbles I decide to get out. The candles I placed around the tub were a nice touch and the dancing flames took my mind off of things. Instead of drying off right away I stood in front of the mirror. The mirror fogged up from the steam. I drew a heart in it but it seemed empty. I put lotion on my legs. I shave every where and keep it smooth and soft but for no one. I had sex only twice in high school and it wasn't to good either time. I still like to feel sexy. I guess that's why I put on my white silk robe and I went downstairs for some tea before bed.
One step out of the bathroom and I felt something was wrong. I went to my room slowly and got my baseball bat. I didn't want be unprepared. I slowly went down the stairs one step at a time. Halfway I could see a light was on in the hallway to my living room. I kept my desk in my living room which had all my files and account information on it. This can't be happening. I took a couple more steps until I was on the last step where I finally saw him.
In the corner of my living room was a boy or a man I couldn't tell, he was turned around. In the dim lights I stared at this figure in a dark grey shirt hunched over my desk. My desk with all my personal information and important documents. I didn't know what to do. I had to do something though so I said the first thing that came to mind, "If you leave now, I won't call the police."
He turned and faced me. At first he looked surprised but then quickly turned to fear. He knew what would happen if I called the police. He looked young , probably somewhere around 23. He most likely came from the campus. I could see his eyes even in the dim light. They were piercing blue but I wasn't sure if that was just the fear. He look a step forward and I gripped my bat in response. Then his eyes turned slightly angry yet slightly what looked like amused.
"You don't need to call the cops."
"I know, I told you that you can leave now."
"Why?"
"Why what? Just leave!"
I didn't believe my own words as I said them. I should have wanted him to go but something about the way he looked at me made me want him to stay. It made me want to do more than just have him stay.
"Why are you letting me go? No one has ever just let a burglar go?"
"Oh so you were stealing from me? Was that a confession I just heard? I'm letting you go why are you questioning it, why don't you just leave?"
I took two steps closer to him with my bat to show him I was serious but then I could see his face. He was smirking. He broke into my house and he has the nerve to think that my offer is amusing.
"Look I...." He stepped to close to me and I instinctively swung at him. He ducked the bat and I kept on swinging. He kept dodging the bat until he just tackled me to the floor. My bat fell out of my hand and he was pinning me down on the floor.
"Let me go right now. The deal is off I am sending the police after you!"
He laughed and although I was furious I couldn't help but notice his dimples. He looked amused and he had kind eyes now that I was closer to them. His face had strong features but he still had a bit of a baby face.
