Trust

Chapter 1

How did I end up like this, One foot in the grave and the other is being held on by one person I barley know praying that they won't let go.

I'm in an elevator going to the roof of a twenty six story hotel with no recollection of where or how I got here. I just appeared apparently. I look around my surroundings before me then I glanced over my shoulder and looked at him. An average height and weight guy. He is wearing a navy blue pin striped suit and a white undershirt. He has honey colored hair that slightly hangs over his eyes. His eyes are what catch me off guard by how pitch black and lifeless they are. I can see myself reflect in them has if he can see my soul.

They're sickening. They make it seem like he can take a me apart piece by piece. His eyes make me cringe not knowing how to stand perfectly still or breathe normally. Who is he? What does he want? Did Yasmine not pay her dealer? Is that why he is here? Shit, I was pretty sure she did! I mean I was there! Maybe it wasn't enough money? Oh hell, but wouldn't he have Yasmine instead of me? This wasn't her dealer but it could be some one he sent. My thought start to get worse and worse that I end up getting a small head ache.

I want to look at him again. No, actually I need too because there's this urge, this itch to look at him. My curiosity gets the better of me. I look at him and quickly look away has if I look at him to long I will turn to stone. Then something pops into my mind, we are going to jump. What? No way! I don't have a death wish! What the hell? Why? I'm so confused! Did I plan this? Do I want this subconsciously? The thought of it makes my mouth go dry. I don't know how but it just came to me. I don't remember doing so, but that's the bad part. I don't remember anything so anything could've happened between when I do remember and now. How long has it been? What time is it? Yasmine must be flipping shit right now!

I stiffen at the feeling of his eyes staring holes in my head. His gaze feels so intense but yet he seems emotionless. My heart is going to explode and my lungs are going to pop with how fast my breathing and the paste my heart are going. I wonder if he can hear it? No, that's impossible! I need to calm down. He can't hear me, maybe he can hear my rapid breathing but my heart, no. At that thought of him hearing my rapid heart beat makes me want to escape his cold stare. I look at him again to see if anything has changed but nothing has, not even his stance. What the hell? Is he stone wall Jackson? His face still unreadable has it was when I first came into my senses.

The elevator is starting to feel hundred times smaller and it's only the two of us. No! Not now! Breathe. The elevator stops and goes dark. Shit! No, no, no! Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale. I'm in a metal box dangling nineteen stories in the air! Oh hell, this is a death box! Small places are some what manageable when there is light but I can't breathe, I can't do nothing when it comes to small dark places. I start to get anxious and cramped has my claustrophobia starts to kick in. I can't breathe. Life gets small and dark sometimes but that's okay. I repeat in my head what Yasmine has been telling me since I was little. The back up lights come on but it's still dim in the elevator. Why would it matter if I fall now, if I'm just going to jump off the roof when the elevator decides to move again. When I really get in to the thought of the situation it's actually kind of funny and tragic.

The silence is deafening, and the elevator music isn't helping me at all. Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale. I repeat this over and over in my head. Till I have some kind of steady breathing.

"Damn elevator music. There's no point in it! All it does is just makes it all the more worse and annoying for me." I mubble silently under my breath. It seems as if every second I get more impatient. Ready to get out of the range of his stare and this metal box. I don't think I'm getting enough air. In and out. That's all there is to it. I start to feel my hands shake and my knees grow weaker by the minute. My vision starts to blur around the edges. I focus on my breathing has I feel sweat start to work its way down my back. I start to scratch the back of my hands reopening the scabs from before. I can go to clubs but I can't stay in a dark elevator? Wow...I'm so messed up.

I start to squirm, rolling my shoulders back at the feeling of him growing more irritated and impatient by the second. I start to move farther away inch by inch needing space to breathe. I feel his gaze follow me as if I'm his prey struggling to get out of his web. I feel myself mentally quiver like he is touching me and grabbing a hold of my arm. I try not to shudder before him physically, but I could already sense that he knew he affected me. My palms start to get clammy waiting for someone to fix the elevator or finding a great diversion for me to finally escape.

I feel like I've been manipulated and controlled like some sort of puppet to do this. I have to take this time to make my decision clear. I take a breath and face him. When I look at him he was gone like he vanished in thin air. I start to panic thinking I made all that up in my mind, but it felt all too real. I'm going to need to calm down. I move towards the elevator buttons and slide down the wall pulling my knees to my chest.

How was I supposed to make up someone I know I've never seen in my entire life? How am I supposed to wrap my now abused mind around this? I feel like a complete and utter phyco. I look up to see what floor I'm on and it says floor one. I get up and press the button that opens the doors and they obey. What is going on, I can't have just made that up. It's never happened in my life, so why now? Why is this happening? Is this going to happen more often? I don't think I can handle that I might actually become a phyco and my new home would be an asylum and my new best friend will be named Twitch. Her nickname will be like Twitchy or something like that. I need to go home and get some sleep. That's it! All I need is sleep because I might be stressed out or something in that nature.

That means I'm not going to have a friend that is even more phyco then Yasmine. No offence to her I love her like a sister. I cautiously step out of the elevator feeling a little faint from the panic attacks. I found that I was in some other place. I look around not sure what is going to happen next. I take a breath to try to relax my nerves. At least I'm out of the monstrosity box of death.

When I start to look around one thing bugs me. There is no one here except me. Everything is dark and hard to see exactly where I am going. What the hell is this? Where am I? I need to get out of here and find the exit before everything gets too unexplainable, if thats even possible. I navigate through the dark and I find the front doors and try to open them but they wouldn't budge. I growl in frustration. I turn around and look for something to brake the glass with. I find a metal chair but it felt weird upon my hand like a thick, sticky substance on it, but what? It felt like syrup. I ended up taking it anyways and return to the door. Once I am there the door was now metal.

"What the...?" I silently whisper. How is it metal if it was just, wait was it even glass to begin with? I don't remember. It was right? Great, now I'm second guessing myself. I look around for an exit sign and there is none. "How? Just how in the holy beloved world am I supposed to get out of this? Is it supposed to take a rocket scientist to figure this shit out? Well, sorry to bare the bad news but I'm not!" I throw my hands in the air as to say I've had it. I start to mubble to myself a bunch of other stuff, but stop when I realize I'm practically talking and answering myself. "Great I'm going fucking insane! Thanks Yasmine!"

I reach for my phone from my back pocket to call Yasmine. Why didn't I think of that like way before! "Of course, no cell reception! What did I do because karma is really bitting my ass and it hurts!?" I actually start to think of what I've done from what I last remember from this morning. The thing is all I did was be honest. The girl was ugly and looked like a horse face bitch. I mean she acted like one to she needed to know how I felt. I'm going to speak my mind and she deserved it. My mom told me that if you have got nothing nice to say don't say it at all, but she came at me with the attitude I mean what did she expect was going to happen? Me, wipe her ass and be okay with it? Hell no! I didn't give a second thought about that till now. I don't see how that was wrong so that doesn't count.

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