Fate Intervened

Do You Want To Die

AMY

As I walk back home I can not help thinking about how Mike was walking me home just a little while ago. It was such a wonderful feeling. I remember how he laid his head on my lap and how I played with my fingers in his hair.

It is a shame though, that it was a migraine that brought us to do it, but on the other hand, I welcome a migraine if that means he gets to lay on my lap. My heart feels light and happy as I walk with a spring in my step to my house.

Then all of a sudden I feel something hard pressing into my back and someone whispers in my ear.

"Do not scream. Give me your purse and all your jewelry. If you scream you will never see the light of day again"

I feel like my body is filled with shock and anguish. I want to turn around and see what is going on because my mind can not comprehend what is happening to me. As I turn around to see what is happening to me, suddenly the hard thing that was in my back, which I know now is a gun, is even pressed deeper into my back.

I know now that I am being mugged and with that realization comes a load full of emotions. Fear, anxiety, uncertainty, tension if only to name a few. I feel myself freezing and I can not move a muscle.

"Don't you dare look back just do as I say without making a scene"

I look around me and I see that it is only me in a dark alley without realizing how I got here. My mind was so focused on that time that I had with Mike that I didn't realize where I was walking. I know now that I am in big trouble and that should I make a wrong move this guy might kill me.

"Okay...okay..."

"Hurry up and give me your money and your jewelry!"

As a surgeon, your hands are always steady and ready to react when necessary but in this situation, I feel like a clumsy fool. I reach into my handbag to get my money but my actions are too slow for the mugger.

"Lady do you want to die?! Give me the fucken money now!!"

I do not want this to be the end of my life, dying a meaningless death. I would rather comply with the mugger and do what he wants me to do. I try my best to get out my purse and take off all my jewelry but I can not help as I tremble in every part of my being.

Finally, I got everything and I give it to him over my shoulder.

"Good! Now…you just stand there and don't look back! Or I will kill you! Do you hear me?!"

I do not move in muscle as I do not want to die now. I never thought in a million years that I will get mugged. I've heard about many people to who this has happened and it was always just something bad that happened to somebody. But now that this is happening to me I reevaluate my feelings of how I felt when I heard the stories.

I don't know for how long I am standing still, it feels like hours. But I can't get myself to move as I am too afraid of dying. Then I listen very carefully if I can still hear his voice but it is dead quiet as there is no one in this alley. In my mind, I know that I can move now but my body does not want to move.

I have to force myself to move my little finger just to make my body move a little. And then gradually I move my hand, then my arms, and then I turn my head around. I am afraid of what I might see but it is clear that it is only me in the alley and the mugger is long gone.

All I know is that I need to get out of this alley immediately. So, I ran as quickly as I can towards my home. I open the door and make sure that I lock it behind me. I am not taking any chances. I get into my room and I lock my bedroom door.

There are so many thoughts going through my head. How can this happen to me? What have I done to deserve it? I could have died tonight. I fall down on the ground and then it is like a water balloon bursting. Tears stream down my cheeks as the emotions is too much to carry in my heart.

I feel angry and afraid. I do not know if I would be able to walk on the streets alone again. I don't know if I would be able to sleep tonight. I don't know if I would be able to do anything ever again. He hasn't just taken my money and my jewelry but also my safety.

The money I can get back. The jewelry I can get back. But the safety...that is something that I will never get back again. I feel as my body starts to get weak from all the crying. I know the medical term for this. It is the adrenaline that is working out of your body and now your body has no more energy left.

But right now my head and my heart conflict with each other. My heart does not want to hear what my head has to say and my head wants to control my heart. But I think in this case my heart will be the winner of this battle.

I crawl onto my bed and just lie there, still crying. It feels like hours have past and then I fall into a deep sleep.

MIKE

I have had probably the worst and the best night of my life. I shouldn't have walked so far but I also got time to lay on the most beautiful woman's lap. Her beauty is completely consuming my thoughts and I wish to spend as much time as possible with her. I can not wait to see her tomorrow night again.

I wake up refreshed and ready for the day to start. I can not wait for tonight when I'm going to see that exquisite woman that has just taken over my entire thought process. But the morning is not starting exactly as I want to as I see I have a message on my phone.

It is from my ex, Clara, and as I recall I told her not to contact me ever again. But she never really listen to what I have to say to her and that was one of the problems we had in our relationship. I open my message and read.

"Babe, you know we can not live without each other. Can't we find a way to be together?"

There is something wrong with this woman because there is no way in hell that I will get back together with her after what she has done to me. I can not believe that I have surrounded myself with women that really don't think for themselves. I think this is the reason why I am so captivated by Amy.

She is a strong, independent woman and can think for herself. I put the phone down and try and shake the thoughts of Clara out of my head. Then I stand up with a renewed energy and I am ready to go to the office and get this day over with so that the night can fill me with the happiness that it brings.

AMY

I wake up without knowing how I fell asleep. The only thing that I know is that I was crying almost the entire night. I am completely confused but if there is one thing I know it is that I'm not going to work.

I quickly send a text to Jen and ask her to get a replacement for me. She's asking me what is wrong but I am unable to answer her. I am afraid if I say too much then I'm going to start to cry again. I want to get out of my room and get myself a cup of coffee but I just don't feel safe enough.

I don't know what I'm going to do but all I know is that I do not want to be here right now. I want to get out of here. I want to get out of my house. I want to get out of the city. Then I have a thought. I pick up my phone and I sent a text to my dad.

"I'm coming for an extended visit"

Then I book myself a flight and I take all the courage that I have left to leave my room and my house into the cab waiting for me. I do not want to be in the city for one more second.

I arrived at my hometown and my dad is waiting outside with a frown on his face. I know that he has no idea what I am doing back here so soon. The cab has not even stopped properly yet when I open the door and ran into my dad's arms. I start to cry as I feel his protective arms around me.

"What is going on honey? What happened?"

It seems I can not stop crying yet and it is difficult for me to talk. I only get a word or two out and that was enough for my dad to understand. He wraps me even tighter in his arms and then takes me into the house.

MIKE

The day at the office goes by slowly. But that is usually the case when you are looking forward to something, then everything else seems to drag on. It feels like I had to attend the longest meetings in the world.

Everyone had something to say and there was never an end to it. But I sit there with a happy heart because I know what tonight brings is. It is the end of the day and Sally is ready to give me my itinerary for tomorrow but I interrupt her.

"Sally, please go home. I have somewhere I need to be and I need you to be with your family"

"Yes, sure but let me just-"

"Just nothing. Now, go home"

I help her out the door by pushing her while holding onto her shoulders.

"You have a lovely evening, Sally. I'll see you tomorrow again. Bye-bye, now"

I watch as Sally looks over her shoulders at me with a frown on her face as if she does not know what I am doing. But I close the door behind her and quickly get my jacket. I know that it is way too early to go but I do not care as I just need to get there.

I call my driver to come and pick me up. I walk with a spring in my step all the way to the car. I make sure that I drink my pills because I do not want to skip out on this probable date to see her again.

As we get to the cafe I make sure to get us a nice table and then I wait for the waiter to come to me. As soon as he arrives I give him a little something under the table and ask him to treat that extra nice tonight. The waiter is but too eager to help me with this and I order the best wine of the house.

I can not help but look at every person that comes through the door and every time I hold my breath. I can not wait to see that beautiful woman again as the memories that I have of her is more valuable than all the money in the world.

Then I see a woman walking through the door and it isn't the woman I want to see. It is Clara. What is she doing here again? She was here the first time I met Amy and now again? What is it that she so desperately wants from me? The waiter walks to my table and I politely ask him to stand in front of me so that she can not see me. Of course, the waiter would do anything for me at this point after the "tip" I gave him earlier on.

I watch as she is clearly looking for someone and then find a seat somewhere far away from me and out of eyesight. I tell the waiter that he can leave but to stay close in case she returns.

The time finally arrives for her to pitch up and I am like a little boy just waiting for Santa to bring my present. I watch the door even more closely than I did before, then five minutes go by and then ten minutes and then an hour but no sign of her.

Was it something I said?