All Over Again

Chapter 18- The Serial Killer Doctor

Chapter 18- The Serial Killer Doctor

Continuation of the flashback/four years ago thingy.

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After an hour of dancing and drinking and whatnot, we settle down at the back of the club where there are a few couches lying.

The only reason we got any drinks was because Gaby told the bartender that her uncle, my father, owned the club. Which was true. Not.

Bartenders are dumb. But seriously hot though. Woof! Okay.. Too much to drink.. I need air..

"I'm going out.." I call out to Gaby who pretty much looks dead to me. But she still manages to open her eyes and nods closing them again.

Okay.

Dear Stupid Body,
I'm trying really hard to get up but because of your big, fat bum, you're making it impossible for me to do so. Could you please for once listen to me and just stand up? And then walk..
Thank you for your cooperation.
Your owner,
Claire

Surprisingly my body actually listens to me and stands up. After my stumbling I gain my balance and head out front.

I get to cross the oh-so-amazing sweaty bodies that are so drunk they don't even realise that they have a body! I pass the little hallway type thingy and walk out, past Uncle Thug.

I'm pretty sure because of us, other girls have also already shown their boobs too just to get inside. Only the dumb ones of course. Or maybe even the smart ones. You never know.. I mean, look at Gaby for instance. She's smart. But she's dumb. Simple.

Copy cats.

I walk till the end of the line, stumbling a lot. I try looking for our car. We had left our phones inside, thinking that we won't even use them. They would probably get stolen or something. Good thinking. Pretty sure that wasn't my idea. I can't be that smart.

And I'm not even being sarcastic. It's true. We didn't even think about them when we went inside! Seriously!

Why don't you believe me, you bitch?

Humf!

I finally spot our car far, far, far, far, far, far, faaaaaarrr.. away. I walk those eight steps -yes, I counted- and open the door.

"Keys, keys, keys.. Lovely keys.. I'm looking for my keys.. Wait. No. I'm not looking for my keys. My keys are already in my hand. What was I looking for..? Oh! Right! My phone. My phone is a balloon. Balloon. Baboon. A balloon is a baboon. Balloon baboon. Baboon. Baboon. Babioon. Baboob. Boob. Bobbies. Ugh.. Stop thinking Britain. Not Britain! Brain! Stop thinking brain! I want my mommy."

I sit in the car, leaving the door open for oxygen. I don't wanna die in a car due to lack of oxygen, okay? Then I go ahead and check my phone for any messages or missed calls but I find non.

Sob.. I'm so lonely. No one loves me. Or cares about me. Or even thinks about me. I will die alone.. With no friends.. Or family.. Or ANYBODY!! Sob..

Enough of the drama, alligator. Focus on your head.

My head is hurting like hell. I put my head in my hands and try to squeeze it. Hoping it would help. It doesn't.

What's with the alligator?

A few mintues in and I start playing chess on my phone. Which is stupid because I'm drunk right now. But apparently, my phone is more stupid because it just lost! From a drunk person!