Michael
Did you like my present?
The shock was indescribable.
How could you do this? Why?
Yes... I didn't expect to be so generous.
Why the hell? Why?
This is just the beginning. Just wait and see what happens.
But I advise you to clean up and leave because I've called the police and they're coming for you.
He hung up.
Yes, Michael, the one who took me to the room with the waitress.
Why did he kill her? Why did he leave me? Why?
I wasn't just angry, I was asking myself: Why?
I got dressed, completely bewildered.
I took everything the barmaid had. It wasn't much, just her phone and money, because I don't have shit.
I gave her one last look. Yes, she was human.
Then I left.
I didn't know what to do, so I walked away without looking anywhere.
There were no security cameras, and no one was at reception.
Was I lucky?
Damn it, of course not.
The phone rang.
I made way for you... wait for my call.
And he hung up before I could say a word.
Yes, he set a perfect trap for me.
I went back home, and after I opened the door and went inside, I found Michael waiting for me.
I attacked him, asking why me in particular, and started hitting him.
He hit me back.
He said he was getting back at me.
I got rid of him and went to the kitchen, grabbed a knife, and asked him why he was reacting like that.
He said that I and the barmaid owed him.
I asked him who she was.
I know what I did wrong, but what did she do wrong?
He said she was from his old family.
Oh my God, she's his aunt.
Then he threw me to the ground.
He went to the door and said,
"Enjoy yourself now.
This is your last day of freedom before we begin."
"What?!" I screamed.
"Wait and see."
Then he left. I tried to stay calm and followed him, but I didn't see him.
My last day of freedom meant he was going to report me to the police.
Oh God!
Why did what was supposed to be a happy day, my graduation day, a chance to meet an old friend, turn into this?
I took a shower and waited by the phone for my last moment, but it didn't come, and I wished it would.
It was one of the worst nights of my life.
I couldn't turn on the light, and any movement made me feel like I was about to die.
I slept on the floor. How did I sleep?
It was a heavy, fitful sleep, as if my body was lying down to rest but my mind was resisting it.
Every time I closed my eyes, I was lost in blurry images and short, meaningless dreams.
In the morning, I woke up on the floor, having dozed off from sheer exhaustion.
But I was in a bed.