only hope' 2 part 1.wmv

When I opened my eyes, I was in Tasty's again. Everything was eerily quiet, no dancers, no one at the bar, nothing. Just utter silence. I walked around the stage to the women's dressing room and listened. Again, no girls giggling or fighting over clothes to wear. All was quiet. I took another small step forward and my foot hit something just behind the curtain that draped over the entrance to the dressing rooms. I drew back the curtain, then stumbled backward. It was Kristen. Her eyes were open and blank, and judging by the gaping wound in her stomach, someone had stabbed and killed her... *** When my eyes opened again, I was back home, my clock radio blasting Three Days Grace throughout my bedroom. I sat up and turned the volume knob till it was quiet again. Then, I ran my fingers through my ever-tangled hair and down the back of my neck, which was covered in sweat. I threw the sheets back and walked to the bathroom. I stared at myself in the mirror. It looked like I had just run a marathon in my sleep, the light reflecting off the sweat making me look shiny. I turned on the faucet and splashed cold water in my face, which inspired me to take a cold shower. I stepped in and let the cold water raise goosebumps on my skin. That had to be one of the scariest dreams I've ever had, and it wasn't even about me. It was about some girl I paid to give me a lap dance the night before. Some girl whose name is the only thing I know about her. Why should I care what happens to her? "Maybe because you're not completely heartless..." I said, answering my own question. Great, this girl's driven me to the point of insanity by making me talk to myself. I turned around and dunked my head under the cascade of water. It made its icy way through my hair and down my neck and back, washing away the soap. I sighed and lifted my face to the water one last time, then turned it off. I grabbed a towel off the shelf, wrapped it around me, and stepped out. Just as my feet hit the bathroom tile, I heard someone knocking on the front door. "Who could that possibly be?" I asked myself, annoyed. I walked out of the bathroom, through my bedroom, down the short hallway, through the living room, and finally, to the door. I made sure my towel was securely in my hand, then cracked the door open. As if I wasn't stressed enough... "Marissa?" She pursed her thin lips at me. "Hello, Rob..." "What do you want?" "I left something here, and I came to get it back." "Your note? I didn't really think you'd want it back. I threw it away." "Not the note you idiot, I left my clutch. So if you don't mind..." She pushed against the door but I held it steady. "See, I do mind and now really isn't a good time." "Why, are you with some whore?" "No..." "Then I don't see a problem..." She pushed against the door again and this time hit my foot. "Ow...shit." this wasn't meant to be two parts so the ending is sort of abrupt