3 Part_3 The night before the interview

These were the some of the great days in my life........ back in Italy ,I didn't had that much friends..... Actually, the problem is with me cause I don't get along with people that much easily and I have some trust issues .......but this life is great because you don't have to do stuff according to anyone even your parents... But you have to do all thing by yourself which is quite hard for me considering that after that incident my mum never left my side... But I am getting used to it cause it is 'the real life's thing... I know it is hard to work with studies and the workload ,but I will mange. I was thinking about making some pencil portraits and earn money a portrait per 300$ was a good prize like I use to make them in back in Italy but here it is said as business and in my visa permission this business thing is not included so now I have to find a real part time job or I have to find a secret person who might sell my artworks, it feels like I am the one who is terrorist here but you gotta take your chances if you wanna survive in London. Every bloody little thing is damn expensive here.

(See these thoughts makes me home sick , it's not my bloody fault ....)

We are going to some party which is organized by Jasmine's friend.... And currently I am struggling to chose from 10 dresses that's so frustrating and confusing.

" Hey Jasmine, what do you think of these dresses and which one do you choose for me? (It was my all time problem that I was not able to choose my dress and someone has to do that for me )

"Pearl you have so many clothes but all are either formal or casual,  don't you have some party stuff.....?"

"I don't do parties "

(Actually I don't like parties because I don't have any interest of rubbing my privates and getting drunk with bitter stingy alcohol and which costs a lot but I have to go there because of my friends insisted on that.... let's damage our kidney and liver together)

"looks like you need a favour....."said Stella after some time she came up with a beautiful black dress.... 

" Stella, that dress is gorgeous you sure you don't want to wear that... "

" Nah, I am wearing my new leather dress today so I don't need this one...."  (that dress was perfect on my figure I still don't know why someone else's dress look so good on you than yours, although it was a bit revealing but I liked it's style and I was looking beautiful in that dress...)

After that Jasmine helped with my make up, I applied some concealer, Mascara and my signature red lips.. In the mirror looked completely different the dress was awesome, It hugged my curves perfectly which made me look a completely different person....

(Subconscious mind : You dumb bitch everyone looks different when they were expensive clothes apply tons of paint on their face to make them look like a living canvas board....

Me : I didn't asked you for any advice.

Subconscious mind : It's my duty to give advice take it or leave it..

Me : okay , now shut up)

My hair was tied in a high pony tail like Ariana which is also my every day style..

Jasmine was looking like girly version of Maze from Lucifer while Stella looked like everyday party girl in that fitted white dress which complemented her tattoos and green hair.

At that time our cab arrived and girls started to taking selfies, I am a kind of person who hates taking selfies...I know hate is a strong word...

(subconscious mind : you don't like it because you look like a potato. I just ignored him .)

I forgot to tell the name of my subconscious mind his name is Fredrico . I named him after my favourite frictional character when I was 9 ...oh, we got side tracked.... Even my mom is obsessed with taking selfies....

I was watching out side the window and was admiring the London by my artistic views...and when that cold winds touched my bare chest I got chills. The same chills you get that when you feel like something is going to happen don't know good or bad but....like this time Fredrico always left me alone to suffer... I hated him for that...

After 20 minutes we reached our destination and it was looking like a night club.

(Fredrico : indeed it is a night club.... It is meant to look that way

Pearl : I know Mister by the way where were you when I need you?

Fredrico : When?

Me : When I got those chiils down my spine.

Fredrico : Nothing I was just making sure that you have enough stock of adrenaline

Me : What !?

Again he went to his hibernation)

Oh god....okay...okay....whatever is gonna happen will happen either way not stop worrying and enjoy your party.....

It was a huge night club with many lights and loud music everywhere with a suffocating air filled with a smell of perfumes, sweat and liquor....I didn't like this place that much but my friends were enjoying themselves. I tried my best to enjoy the party like them but I felt like a third wheel so I decided to sit on bench which was at the corner and being a good introvert... I heard someone approaching me.... When I looked up it was Ryan.

" Pearl, what ate you doing here, long time no see... Hmm...." (He said hugging me)

"Oh hi! Ryan, I didn't expected you to be here and dude, It's only been a day..." I said doing my best to not roll my eyes, this guy can a real pain in ass.

''I thought you didn't like parties, look London has changed you so much in a single day.."

" I came here with my best friends or should I say roommate ...they are over there..." ( I wasn't feeling like telling him that I wasn't enjoying as it will only make me look victim.

(pointing towards them....)

"Oh man! That girl's got a nice ass..." (looking at Jasmine)

"Hey! (punching his arm) Don't look at her like that she is a nice girl unlike your one night stands....."

( If I wasn't wrong I saw a bit hurt in his eyes before he hid it with his sexy smirk , is it necessary to smirk on every single thing I say or react?) " Babe you're no fun. So how are your classes going? Anything new?"

(I was feeling something weird like someone is watching me but when I checked around me no one was there...)

" Pearl! Are you even listening to me or what??"

" Oh sorry, just my sixth sense is giving me some unusual feeling...some mixed signals .. You won't understand... And.....what did you ask? ..Oh yeah,  I am applying for the post of assistant fashion designer at Blake Companies..... And the interview is tomorrow at 8:00 a. m. ...."

" You know what I have heard that if your are extremely rare material from another planet then and then only you are going to get select in that company but that won't be that difficult for someone who got best portfolio prize from Central Saint Martins themselves but either way that's great news, hope you will be selected....."

( again that feeling that I am being watched...) 

"Thanks, Ryan.."

Chatting for a while Ryan went somewhere in the crowd and I was getting bored of these perverts who were asking me to bang me in the ass that I won't be able to walk so I gave them my fathers mobile number telling them to call me at midnight. Why should I have all the fun, Right?

After having enough of that creep being watched feeling I told my best friends who were almost drunk but were enjoying themselves I went out of the club and was waiting for the bus to arrive.

(Having a car is that privilege you understand after absence of a car,same applies for other many things . Downgrading is the worst)

when I was waiting for a bus for so long I searched for cab options but London being London all the cab drivers were busy babysitting and driving drunks back home. Waiting for 45 minutes I gave up and started walking. Those yellow street lights looked beautiful yet intimidating as I tuned in to another sideway from the main road number of people walking down a street started to decrease. After 3-4 turn those beautiful yellow lights started to look creepy . I increased my speed but my heels were killing me, I took them off and started to walk on the speed of soldier when I saw a group of creepy looking guys those chills came back but they were busy doing drugs they didn't even realised that I was there around 15 meters away. I suddenly took another way even before they could see me.

I was sighing a relief walking in another way thankfully there wasn't any creeps but my relief didn't last long as my eyes fell on a figure coming out of a dark corner from that valley a man with ragged clothes and bloodshot eyes came to my view I couldn't see his face as he was still far standing in the middle of my way and the darkness . I started to panic and attempted to run which lead me to fall on my butt , he steps were not steady may be from alcohol or from drugs. In a few long steps, Now he was hovering over me, my nostrils filled with strong smell of alcohol. Adrenaline rushed through my veins as got up and pushed him and he fell backwards once he fall on his back his movements became very less. It looked like he passed out .

I stood there for like a couple of minutes more trying to understand what just happened here when I got near to man I saw blood dripping out of his head....what? Did I pushed him so hard that he got a head injury ? Oh my God.....what will I do alone in this country if they press charges? My mind was telling me all the possible scenario that how things could get wrong. I was so afraid that I started to run instead of calling the ambulance. I came across four pathway crossing and saw that there was a camera. There was no other way than crossing the road and come in the footage of some crime in police record. An idea popped in my mind that let's do something like make them assume like I save him.

I ran in that exact same spot but that man wasn't there. A weave of relief overcame me atleast there are chances that he wasn't dead but there wasn't any sign of blood or anything, how did this happen? As I was inspecting for any other evidence I felt a prick in my neck and my vision started to blurred. I attempt to kick and run but I couldn't cause my body felt weak...the kind of weak like numb. But now I can see there are two figures the other one who is nearer is very huge person...... ...... with a broad shoulder... and with beard.......his voice was soo deep ......what is happening to me?

(then I felt someone's hands and  being picked up..... But I can't see anything and after that darkness came over my that little consciousness and I felt in to a comfortable darkness...... At that moment I was not able to describe that why that darkness was comfortable.)