I didn't make this up

I'm staring straight ahead, headphones on, conscious off, when out of the corner of my eye I feel a gaze on me. I look to the left and nearly jump out of my seat when I see the girl next to me eyeballing me in the face. Her lips start moving, and more out of shock than intention, I take my headphones off. Big mistake. What's in your journal, she's saying. It's not a journal, I say. What is it? Just a book I write in. Wanna know what it feels like to be with someone who doesn't keep a journal? she purrs. I'm not sure what to do with this reply. Not even sure what it means. Fortunately it's my stop and I get up to get off. She does too. Uh oh. She walks beside me, I don't keep a journal, I say, hoping to disappoint her. What do you do for a living, she says. Now is not the time to brag of magical powers, this woman needs no encouragement. Insurance, I reply. I'm a lawyer, she says. Uh oh, this is more serious than I thought. I'll take you back to my place for some drinks, she says and waggles her eyebrows at me. No thanks, I say, looking for the exit, I've really got to go to bed, early start tomorrow. She links her arm in with mine and pulls me along, Come on, she says like she's made my mind up, we’re going. I stop dead, I've gotta buy I ticket, I tell her, sorry, some other night. She stares at me for a long time, her mouth open. People would kill to be where you are now, she tells me icily. And all I can think is, I don't wanna die...