A Day In The Life Of Molly Reed -Chapter 1

Nothing could have prepared me for that day. Sweat crept down my arms and sat in the groves of my hand as I anxiously gripped the microphone. A shiver ran down my spine as I stood there shaking, hundreds of eyes on me. My patient audience sat in an eerie suspense, holding onto my every breath. Finally, as the suspense became unbearable I sang. My voice was raspy and hoarse at first but I eventually got into my rhythm and sang the words in my usual silvery tone. I seemed to fall into the song, feeling every beat and swaying to the rhythm that I didn't realise that I had stopped singing until the audience erupted into a chorus of applause. I quickly bowed and exited the stage. 

That was the last normal moment in my life. 

All I remember is slinging my bag over my back and exiting the auditorium, walking home, alone. That was my biggest mistake. I didn't have anybody to tell me that what I was about to do next was a bad idea, an idea that I would live to regret, an idea that would ruin my life. I was halfway down the street when I heard someone call my name, "Molly?" the distant voice called. I could tell it was a feminine voice by the the high shrill of it. She called me as if she knew me, like an old friend. I turned, a woman of about 30 stuck her small head out of a black BMW. "Oh it is you!" She croaked, almost as if she started crying. 

"I'm sorry do I know you?" I called back. I gripped tighter to my bag, my hand flew to my pocket and quickly grabbed my phone, ready to call my mom. I had never seen this woman before in my life. I know now that I should have trusted my instincts, I should have called my mom, or the police. 

"No... well, you used to." She replied. "I'm an old friend of your mother's and I haven't seen you since you were very little" I knew my mother had lots of friends, I couldn't keep up with all of them. "She sent me to pick you up from the concert because she isn't feeling good right now," 

"I usually walk back," I said. She flicked a golden lock of hair from her face and sat back into the car. 

"Yeah, I offered to give you a lift," She explained. I thought nothing of it and flung my bag into the back of the car and pulled myself in. 

"Oh okay.. well thanks." I said.

The first thing I noticed about the inside of the car wasn't the screen separating the driver from the passengers like in taxis, it wasn't even the blacked out windows or the instant lock on the doors. It was the smell. It reeked of perfume, the kind my mom wears when she goes out to nice places. The kind she often wore to my concerts when she could get time off of work to come and see them. The interior of the car was a striking pink with decorative purple seats and a blue fury steering wheel to compliment her different choice of aesthetic. "So what did you say your name was?" I asked through the closed screen. 

She didn't open it when she answered "Lorie, Lorie Wood. You probably wouldn't remember me." I set my bag onto the floor and she pulled the car away from the curb and started speeding down the road. "But I remember you, Molly Reed..." That's when the pleasant smell of my mother's perfume was replaced by another familiar sharp odour of burning tar. "Don't mind the smell it's just the air con..." Her words trailed off as everything went from blury to black in three very short seconds.