Mistakes made in the Darkness

A NEW DAWN, A NEW DAY

I met this man last night and I think I'm in love. It might just be the alcohol talking but it felt like fate or destiny or something that was just meant to be. I mean, as soon as I pulled up at the party, our eyes just locked and an unspoken understanding had just been acknowledged between us. No games were played, no stupid avoiding eye contact or playing hard to get. Our hips were aligned and we danced for endless hours, moving in a constant rhythm that took my breath away. I woke up and my heart was pounding in my skull, a loud thudding sound in my head. Of course I'm hungover. I was taking shot after shot last night; tequila, vodka and hennessy, feeding myself into blissful ignorance. It's a wonder I haven't thrown up yet at the rate I was swallowing alcohol like it was my only source of water in the Saharan Desert.

The thing is I'm not even a drinker , the pressure at work got to me , standing up for 16 hours straight 5 days a week from 4:30 am- 8:30am at least that was last week, have you ever worked from 3am to 11pm? Well that's my life being a model and all , some people think it's easy but that's not the truth,managers breathing down my neck, agencies expecting me to have no flaws and colleagues who think of me as competition, it's hard. I have no friends, especially not in London and I'm all alone in my apartment. Everyone is back home in Havana in our afro-cuban community in the east. I moved to this country at the age of fourteen and it drastically changed my view on life. Suddenly I was all alone in this foreign country, living with an uncle I had never met before and forced to go to a predominantly white school. My parents shipped me off because of a "better education" but it just feels like they've abandoned me. I wasn't ready for such a huge change in atmosphere but my worries were cast aside and dismissed without any serious thought. God I miss my family. What I would do to hear the annoying whining of my little brother and the nagging of my older sister once again.

"MIRAAA!"

The voice of my irritating uncle disrupted my trip down memory lane, rolling my eyes and staggering my way down the stairs, looking an absolute mess. My hair is tangled up disastrously and the crust surrounding my eyes blurring my vision as I wiped the dried-up drool off my cheek. My uncle was standing in front of the door with a stressed expression on his face as he gave whoever was on the other side a dirty look.

"What?" as I came face to face to a guy who looked vaguely familiar.

"What you sayin'. You said this was where to find you if I wanted to hook up again" he sluggishly stated with an admittedly attractive smirk on his face. But seriously. What the hell? Who is this guy?

END OF CHAPTER