"Is anyone there?? Can someone please open up the door? HELLO!!!! ANYONE THERE!" 

 I got tired after a while and fell asleep on the bed….

 I woke up when I felt that someone is in this room. I looked up to see  a lanky figure putting something down in the night stand. 

 "Hello! where am I? and who are you ? Why am I here?" 

 slowly the lanky figure turned my side….it is actually a girl…..I cannot believe it…she doesn’t look like a nurse or a doctor….am I kidnapped then? 

 The lanky girl looks at me…she’s soooo handsome! she’s wearing a black wife beater and black jeans, her leather belt is unbuckled, hair all choppy, messy and tousled. I would think she was sexy if she was a guy. 

 "Someone was trying to shoot you so stay here" that was all she said. It made little sense to me. 

 "Who are you?" I ask her challengingly. 

 She remains silent…."eat the food"  she’s sooo damn bossy! I don’t wanna listen to her crap! who the fuck does she think she is…then suddenly I remembered. 

 "Where is Richard?" I ask her. 

 "Gonna be dead today" with that she retires toward the sliding door.

What the fuck does that supposed to mean. Although we were engaged I knew that Richard was not the nicest person ever. I even heard  rumors that he was trying to take over our lawfirm. 

 But now hearing this cocky lanky girl deciding Richard’s fate is making me mad. 

 "So you are an assassin?" I ask her afraid of the answer. Does that really mean that I am kidnapped and now I have to spend my days here…until mom shows up with a wild amount of cash or this lanky cock is gonna kill me. 

 "Yes" was the curt reply as she went away shutting the sliding door. I chase after the door and try to break the door without any success.  I cannot believe now I am stuck in this place with an assassin. I try to call for help…but I don’t have my cell with me….I feel abandoned….I throw the tray of food in the floor and cry myself to sleep. 

 When I wake up the next morning….luckily I have my watch to tell me the time…I see that that nameless assassin person probably cleaned up the room. It felt weird to me….she was so nonchalant about being an assassin, as if it was like any other profession like doctor, engineer or lawyer or something. But I somehow felt that she was not going to hurt me. I think I am losing my mind here….how stupid do I need to be to think that an assassin won’t hurt me.