Who We Really Are(ON HOLD FOR A LONG TIME)

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Walking into the night club, I realized how skimpy my outfit really looked. A short, lacy, black dress covered my body, and small black flats shielded my feet. Looking at my surroundings, I took in the smell of the alcohol and all the people making out in the corners. Up ahead my friends, Judith and Georgia, were walking straight up to a man who looked to be in his early thirties, late twenties. Slowly following their every move, I watch as the man leads us to a room in the very back of the building. The scent and lighting changed from sweet and bright to musky and dim as soon as we stepped foot into the hallway.
"Where are we going?" I questioned Judith who was looking around almost watching to see if we were being followed.
"Can't say doll, it's a surprise not only to you, but to me. I think Georgias gone insane. She keeps mentioning a guy named Theo and how he has a deal for her. Sounds like she's getting herself into some deep dodo, huh."
Stealing a glance at the man, I noticed his hair was very shiny and oily almost as if he hadn't taken a shower in days. He was wearing all black head to toe, with a wicked eye brow piercing. The man looked to be about 6'3 maybe an inch taller.
"Hey doll, you notice how George keeps pulling out her phone every two seconds?" Judith whispered.
Judith has a very rich New Yorker accent, quite frankly she's not even from New York, but with a bad past like her's, she had to change a bit.
"Yeah, I noticed. It's almost as if she's waiting for something to happen. It's making me think a bomb is going to explode or something."
Looking down at my outfit again, I can't help but let my mind ponder on my decision of the dress. It looked skimpy very much like a hooker dress, but the flats did tone down the look. Taking my phone out to check the time, I notice that my phone won't turn on. Taking out my keys, I get to the mini flashlight on my key chain and click it on. The hallway becomes much brighter, and about ten faces look my way. Taking a horrifying step back, I look at their faces noticing none of them have noses, mouths, eyebrows, nothing, but eyes. With my my agape, I stand in the middle of the hallway until Judith taps me on the shoulder.
"Doll, it's just another one of them stupid visions ya got, you hear me? It's not real, doll." she says in a calming manner.
"How much longer we got to walk this dumb hallway George?" I question.
Stopping and looking around, I notice she's crying and that's when I stopped walking and finally noticed what was happening.
It wasn't real.
It was a nightmare.
Abruptly waking up with a shock, I look at the clock to see what the time was. It was three thirty in the morning and I still had six hours before my daily coffee run and stroll on the beach with Alana, my newest friend. That nightmare has been haunting me ever since that night on the twenty ninth of June, two years ago. Judith, Georgia, and everyone in that club died of a release of a toxic gas, but I got out. I'll never know how I did, and I'll never forgive myself for leaving them behind, but for the past two years it's been a mystery to me and every doctor I've come across. They all say it's a miracle, there's no other explanation, just a miracle. Putting on my slippers, pajama pants, and my oversized sweatshirt I head down from my apartment to the rail road track beneath the social area in the building. Our building is one of the only buildings that has a subway system right underneath, so we have an easy way of transportation. Going down the outdoor steps from the outdoor lounging area, I soon find myself in the familiar tracks. Tonight I was going to end it. All the unbearable pain and guilt I've had building up inside of me ever since that night has been unbearable. Hearing the sound of the daily four a.m. stop of the subway, I slowly make my way onto the tracks whispering my final goodbyes to all my loved ones. Watching the train come for me and having the train hit was all a blur. It didn't stop nor yield it kept going as if it knew what I wanted and wanted it as well. Taking the smallest step I've ever taken in my life I put myself closer to the train. That's when it hit.
Nothing happened...
I didn't die.
"See how things just always work out for you?"
Whipping my head around to follow the sound of the voice, I find nothing. Stepping out of the shadows a tall man with dazzling blue eyes and black hair appears in my line of vision.
"Hello Diana Forester, I'm Roser Black, your new guardian angel."