my facebook friend

Social media was the big new thing in my life at the time, apart from college and my new friends, everyone was on Facebook, almost everyone, so a friend of mine helped me  open an account and their I was , writing stuff on my wall and sending friend requests to everyone on my “people you may know” list. I dint know most of them but I sent them friend request anyway, I was excited and it was fun to talk to people I dint know who were so far away, oh so they told me.

As time went by, I stopped writing so much stuff on my wall and sending requests all the time, I had read a lot about safety online and so I changed my privacy settings, I was doing the ‘prevention is better than cure’ thing, so I unfriended almost everyone  I rely dint know and blocked everyone who sent me funny messages or had a funny picture, almost everyone but one, I dint know if he liked our conversations but I did, I wanted to unfriend him so many times but I couldn’t, he always sounded so intelligent and interesting, the type of person who was down to earth and not complicated.

Am on FB one day and I see his name in my news feed, so I send a message, he replies and tells me to send him my what sup number, I did, with a little kick, you know, the kind that goes, yehhhh!!!!!

Ignoring the voice in my head, telling me it was stupid to give my number to a stranger just like that.

 

He ‘what sapped’ me, and I responded, we wrote a few lines here and their, not much. Not how I imagined it. ‘How did you imagine it’, the voice in my head asked, I don’t know, just not like this.

 

I called it sour grapes and told myself I shouldn’t be talking to him anyway, I don’t even know him. And so it was quiet for a few days, and then one day, happy people passed my way. Sorry, that’s a song…..

 

And then one day, briing briing, he calls , oh oh oh, suddenly am a nervous wreck  should I pick,  oh no, what if his a serial killer, or maybe his a psychopath, a complete wacko, what if that’s not really his picture or worse, what if, he thinks am not pretty, I shake myself and try to keep it together, the voice in my head is asking me, ‘are you rely that lame, what if your not pretty? It’s the least of your worries, maybe his the one that’s not pretty. …Ok, stop it, I shake myself and silence that voice in my head.

 

Me-  Hello

Him- Hi hi, how you doin

Me- Good, how are you

Him- gud gud, so I just wanted to say hi

Me -Thank you, very nice of you , hows things

Him- great, everything is going great, busy busy, but all gud.

Me-Ok nice.

Him-Yah Gota go, chat later

Me- Yes- later

 

I was smiling so loud, he must have heard me, and then I get thinking, that’s all, maybe I dint say enough, I dint give him enough to work with, dang it.

 

buzzzz, he whatsups me a few minutes later

 

Him-  what are you doing

Me- nothing

Him- want to see a movie with me and some friends of mine

 

Red light in my head is flashing, meet a person I don’t know, but it stops when I see “with some friends of mine part”. You’re not very bright are you; the voice in my head is at it again. If you don’t know him, you don’t know his friends either, how’s that any beter, one against many. ….I ignore it. Dang that voice

 

Me- ok

Him- Ok great, meet me at levy junction

Me- on my way, be their in a jiffy

 

So I get their, I wait for a while and then he shows up, I recognize him from his profile pic, looks even beter in person. Its  the first time were meeting so we exchange pleasantries, and nod a lot as we head towards the cinema, a little weird but fine so far, he lets me choose the movie and we go in to watch. Where are his friends, am thinking, I want to ask him but he seems to be enjoying the movie to much, ill ask him later.

 

We watch the movie and its great, after that we talk a little more but OMG, its 18:00 HRS, I need to go now. I tell him I need to go,

 

Him-Already,

Me-Yes, thank you for a wonderful evening.

 

 I’m thinking he will persuade me to stay a little longer but he doesn’t, a little disappointed, I tell myself I shouldn’t even be here, this is not how I was brought up. “To late, your already here” its that voice again.

 

He offers to take me home, no resistance their, we start off, in his car, my place is little far from were we are so it will give us a little more ‘talking’ time, what an easy going guy, I think we are going to be great friends, I tell myself, we talk about life, what his doing and what he wants to do. All of a sudden, we stop, my heart is racing from the abrupt stop, why did we stop like that, suddenly the  the outside world becomes a reality to me, the street seems abandoned, oh my God, fear suddenly grips me what is he going to do.

 

Him- Sorry, are you alright, a cat just leapt in front of the car, I almost hit it.

 

I look out the window, yes, a cat is gracefully walking away, meowing as it disappears in the shadows. Silly me, what did I think he was doing. 

 

Me- Am ok, are you ok?

 

Yes, am great thanks.

 

Him- Hope you don’t mind, I took a short cut so we don’t get stuck in traffic

 

 I look outside for familiar buildings, but  nothing. It must be the short cut people with cars take; I don’t have a car so I probably don’t know many routes.

 

We continue on ahead, were having such a great conversation my fears melt away, what was I worried about? Then, he stops again, this time its not abrupt so am relaxed and I look outside on my side of the window, shouldn’t we have reached the main road by now, am thinking,  the short cut is not very short now is it.. I turn to him and ask him, your friends dint show up.

 

Him- What friends,

 

Me- The ones who were suppose to watch the movie with us

 

His quiet, an eerie silence is between us now.is that a sinister smile I see dancing on his lips

 

 Were we now? I ask him, he steps out and comes round to my side, he opens the door and tells me to get out, no one is out here and theirs an abandoned old building a few minutes from the road the only building in sight.. Bushy cold and very quiet (except for the humming sound coming from the old abandoned building) ,I’ve never seen this type of place before. Maybe theirs something wrong with the car and he needs to fix it, I step out , hugging myself and trying with out success to keep out the stinging cold thats piercing right through my clothes .His still so calm and collected am wondering why he doesn’t look like he feels the cold. He opens the back door and brings out a rope, before I know it, he ties my hands my back, am in such shock I can’t speak, when I manage to mumble a word, he slaps me so hard my face becomes numb. He looks calmer and more at ease but am shaking like a leaf in July now. He drags me towards the old building, except for the moon light, theirs no light in the building.

 

Come, let’s go meet my friends, he says.

 

Scary thoughts running through my head now, “OMG, what was I thinking,”

 

Voice in my head- you were not thinking.