As I walked on campus, a neutral zone buzzed around my head as people went by in faceless anonymity. A flash shot behind my eyes.
A van. Trapped. Fear, oh the fear. It fell over me like scalding water.
I fell.
“What do you want?”
“For you to love me” said a man’s voice; the same whispery voice.
I struggled against my bindings, duct tape I think. My wrists burned. This time, my blouse was not yet torn. I fought to keep that memory. I needed to leave, to write it down, yet, I could not wake or leave this place. Something pulled at my mind.
“Stop it!” I said.
“You must help me!” I said to… myself?
“Are you talking to me?” I asked in a scitzophrenic fit. This could not be possible. “Who am I? How..”
A woman’s voice was in my head, “He’s going to kill me, Jake”
Gritting my teeth I fought to pull away; to awaken.

I was on my knees, strangers gawked at me, avoiding me. My notebook lay open with my hand-scrawl over an otherwise blank page.
Cora Montgomery
July 4th, 2:04am

A week from today.