SPARK

Chapter Nine♥️

The sky looked splendid with stars and the air was wet with rose. Amelia inhaled and exhaled, making the sweet saint of the fresh air fill her nostrils.

"Awwwwn… aren't they cute?" She muttered as she watched them in admiration.

Looking behind, her eyes caught another old couple gisting and laughing in a romantic mood.

"How I wish my life would be prettier. How I wish every single man wouldn't just be a jerk like my dad. Real men are rare, like one in a million. I need a man who would stand by my side and give me a life worth living and not an heart attack. Sometimes, I feel like I'm a mistake. Maybe mum would have remarried if not for me. I feel so sad right now, am I truly meant to be happy?" Amelia questioned herself as tears gathered in her eyes.

Crying her eyes out, quietly so that nobody would notice. Even though Amelia was hurting inside, she knew that no one gives the fuck about her life. Everyone experiences sadness and misfortunes but happiness depends on you. What you want, how you can leave the past begins and move on, living a better life. But... whatever the case is, however she thinks about it, Amelia finds her past hunting on her. Happiness seems like an illusion.
She wiped it away staring at the passerbys as passed with happy expressions on their face. Just then, her blurry eyes caught up on the design of a neon light signboard.

A bar.

Amelia had never stepped into a bar. It was her first time. She'd never tasted alcohol as well. Addison made sure her daughter abstained from living a rough life but… she wiped away her tears, trying to read the words written on the signboard. It says;

"If you can't be happy, at least, be drunk."

She smiled at the wordings and walked into the place. It was a bit dark but there were lights hanged at the corners. Most people there were men. Some ladies too were present but Amelia's eyes caught on someone as her eyes scrolled through the place. The wall were covered in music posters, mostly bands she'd never heard before. The faces on them were buried in tattoos and piercings. Amelia walked to a girl sitting opposite the bar-man. She has rainbow coloured hair and her black, bold eyelined eyes. Sitting closer, Amelia noticed the nose-rings hands to each fold of her nose.
Staring at her, the bar-man asked what she wanted to drink but she looked confused. The girl that Barrie's her head on a whisky bottle threw it up, Amelia saw her face properly. Her eyes were red and sore, it's evident that she'd been crying for a while. "Hey," the girl says offering a smile. Her face was cute much to her surprise.

"Take a seat and let's chat. And stop staring at me with that awkward look." She mutters.

Amelia sat down quietly, still staring all around the busy place.

"Give us three bottles of whiskey!" She ordered. Amelia adjusted my seat and  observed her closely. Each of her arm were covered with tattoo. And she was wearing a black, sequin tank top and a ragged jean shorts.

The bar man placed the bottles before them while she handed him some dollar notes. She grabbed a bottle and took off the cork with her teeth before gulping down an amount down her throat like a crazy freak. Amelia peered at her awkwardly as she drank.

"What's your name?" She finally muttered.

"Call me Natty. What about you?"

"I'm Amelia." She introduced.

"C'mon on, drink up." She gave me a bottle and I kept staring at it.

"Don't be so scared Ammy! Drink your worries away." What?! She just called me Ammy!" Amelia almost jerked out. For some strange reasons, Natty reminded her of her mother.