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Freshers week, 1999.
Lisa woke up to the aggravating sound of her alarm and was then aware of the uncomfortable university spring mattress she was laying on.
“Oh what the fuck..”
That would’ve earned her a slap on the wrist had she been at home with her mother, but she wasn’t, instead she was in a dorm by herself.
She rolled over and threw her alarm clock across the room, that was unlike her, but then again she was usually woken up by her fluffy cat and not an ear piercing screech.
She climbed down her bunk bed to get ready, heading to the bathroom, brushing her teeth and doing other hygiene tasks that are required. She pulled off her shirt after picking an acceptable outfit, a green and lacy tank top, grey jeans, cat socks that were obnoxiously pink and black boots. She dressed quickly, checked herself in the mirror and mentally called herself a fag.
She arrived early to the lecture, after 15 minutes it started. After half an hour she was sick of it. University was not for Lisa. She was a caged bird, she’d say to her mother through a letter that night. She didn’t know what she had coming however.
29/09/99
Lisa did the same morning routine she’d adopted a few days ago, but today after class she would bump into a man, tall, rugged and handsome. She felt the blood run to hee cheeks as her chest pressed into his arm,
“I’m so sorry….”
She paused mid sentence as he looked down at her,
“It’s fine.”
His voice was deep but raspy, he most definitely smoked. Lisa found herself rendered speechless, he was practically everything she wanted in a man, but he probably didn’t like music.
“I- thank you..”
Lisa hurried back to campus, the day was bleak but she found her thoughts roaming back to the strange man, she hoped to see him again but he clearly was too old to go to university.
22/10/99
Lisa had just been on her way to the shops, some lad had shoved her down the stairs, she unfortunately fell into a puddle and cut open her knee and, quite reasonably, started to cry. She’d had a horrible day and now was in pain, she sat there in all her misery. It started to rain, fuck, it was the storm that everyone had been dreading, it was meant to be a 1987 type storm, a real hurricane.. Lisa would find two calloused hands around her waist picking her up.
“Are you fucking stupid?”
That same voice said, all Lisa could do was let out another sob, the straw had finally broken the camels back.
She would wake up the next day on a soft bed, she clambered out of it in a panic, where was she??!!!
Lisa looked down at herself, her knee was bandaged up.. her clothes were different. What. The. Fuck. Whose shirt was- it was mystery mans shirt.. he took her home.?
She went downstairs, there was a blanket and pillow on the couch, okay she hadn’t been touched then, she’d have remembered that.
“Hello? Mystery man?”
She called out as she trekked through the house, to see him in the kitchen, Lisa was only clad in his shirt.. ew.
“I have a name.”
“Well I don’t know it.”
“It’s Damien, Damien Rice.”
“That’s such a shit last name.”
“Yours is probably the most basic last name known to man.”
“Well, luckily for you I don’t juST GIVE MY LAST NAME TO MEN WHO STRIP ME IN MY SLEEP!!!!!!!”
“Woah, calm down..”
“CALM DOWN???? CALM. DOWN. I AM CALM!!!!!!!!!”
Lisa screamed, grabbing him by his collar, leave her alone she’s 18 and mentally ill.