C11 Nightmare

Amelie's POV.

"Hey, get up, your leg is blocking the road. This bus passenger is having difficulty walking because of your right leg."

I was surprised to hear an old woman's voice as well as clapping her hand on my arm. Both of my eyes opened perfectly immediately.

An old woman in a cream-colored knitted cardigan stood in front of me. Her brown eyes stared intently at me. Judging from the expression on her face, she seemed to be waiting for my answer.

"Wh--why am I on the bus?" I looked around, making sure I was in a moving vehicle.

"Aw, young people nowadays get drunk on the bus." She then continued walking.

My eyes looked in the direction the old woman had gone. Her hair had turned white, only a few strands remained black.

In her hand was a medium-sized brown hand bag. She walked all the way to the front, then sat in the second seat behind the driver.

I looked outside, my eyes suddenly opened wider than usual. This road is too far, I have missed stop number four where I was supposed to get off.

"Sir, can you stop the bus?" I stood up, then said with a little shout. "I should have gotten off at the previous stop, but I fell asleep. Sorry, can you turn around?" I asked continuing.

All eyes were on me now. Both passengers sat in the front or at the back, while the bus driver only looked at me through the mirror he always used to look behind him.

There was silence for a few moments. In that moment I realized that what I was doing now was truly embarrassing.

"You're on the bus, can you really tell a taxi to stop or turn around anywhere?! Get off at the next stop! Whose fault is it that you fell asleep!"

A man in a black suit shouted at me. This suddenly made me speechless.

I sat back down, my eyes looking outside the bus as the day was getting late.

Ninety minutes passed, finally I was back at stop four. I got off the bus with unsteady steps.

"At least when he comes home I'll come to Venus Bar." I exhaled roughly.

The sound of music sounded as I entered the place. Lights of various colors shone here and there, occasionally hitting my body.

I looked right and left, checking every man who was here. Several men appeared to be chatting with their colleagues or partners.

A man wearing a white shirt and black trousers sat with his back to me alone. I smile.

"Sorry for the long wait, I just--"

"You, you, you, I told you don't come to me! I don't want to hurt you, so I'm the one like this now. Do you understand that?!"

I nodded my head, apparently the man in front of me was very drunk. His old-looking face with a thin, unkempt mustache under his nose made me unsure if he was the man I was looking for.

Instead of getting into more trouble, I chose to move on immediately. Suddenly I felt his hand holding me. I turned around, seeing the man who remained sitting looking in the same direction.

"Don't mind me, go away. You have the right to be happy with him, leave me alone here to feel the pain of every wound I have."

Slowly his grip began to stretch. When his hand completely left me, I immediately moved away.

From end to end, I still haven't found the man. I sat on one of the chairs, then reached into my sling bag looking for my smartphone there.

Entering social media, I looked for the account. After finding it, I looked at the contents of the account.

"No profile, no posts, how do I know what he looks like." I exhaled. "Eh, this is a new account, right?" The date on the account was written a week ago.

My eyes were diverted from the smartphone, I looked back around believing that he was still here.

The new account which turned out to be empty and didn't contain anything made me even more curious. Entering the chat room, he didn't read my message, he wasn't even active since an hour ago.

"Sorry I'm late, something happened on the way."

I typed the short message, then sent it. At least I don't feel too guilty for apologizing.

Even so, I still haven't given up and am sure that he is still around here. My eyes returned to the man in the white shirt at the end of the table. My heart is very sure that he is the one.

Moreover, he was already very drunk. Most likely, while he was waiting for me, he kept drinking non-stop.

"He is back."

The wolf in my heart said so, but I didn't immediately believe it.

Getting up from my seat, I looked back at the people coming to the bar. Whether they were sitting or dancing enjoying the music, I walked in front of them, maybe one of them recognized me as the woman they were supposed to meet tonight.

None of them recognized me. I left the bar, sat at the bus stop and got back on the bus that would take me home now.

"I ruined plans tonight." I whispered, then sat on one of the benches near the window.

My eyes looked outside, paying attention to what the bus was passing by. While I was thinking, I suddenly remembered a nightmare that happened to me a few hours ago.

The pain, tightness, extreme sadness is heart-wrenching. Even though it was just a dream, it felt so real that I could still feel the pain even when I was no longer asleep.

Fifteen minutes later I was off the bus. I stepped back into the house. Matilda is seen sitting on the sofa while enjoying her pizza.

"You just got home, Amelie? Did you work overtime today?"

I nodded my head weakly. "Yes." Lie.

"You seem very tired. I bought pizza on the way home, eat it."

"Aren't you working the morning shift today?"

Matilda nodded without looking at me again. "I went out to the bar earlier, then came home to buy pizza."

"Why are you going to the bar? You don't usually go there."

"Just want to."

My forehead frowned at her answer. I feel like something strange is happening to Matilda right now.

Even though her beauty could tempt some men, she didn't usually go to crowded places. If a guy asks her out, she prefers to visit a park, lake, beach or other relaxing place instead of a bar.

Of course I thought something different happened to her. She even said that if she went there, it meant she intended to go, not by accident.

"Who did you ... meet at the bar?"