Break The Barrier | Tommyinnit

12

Run away from your problems.

I stared up at the night sky. The sky held no stars, from pollution no doubt. I wasn't very fond of London. I lived here a few years back. Its not very pleasant here. It smells and its always busy. Everything is overpriced. The tube is always full. I could go on and on. I break my stare off with the sky and look down at the city. Even at this time of night it was buzzing with people. I watch as two very different men walk down the same path.

Once the path splits its very unlikely they'll meet again. They begin to talk. Its seems like mindless chit chat at first, but then it blossomed into an unlikely friendship. I sigh at this. I miss people. Which is ironic because in London, the minute I walk out the door I'm surrounded by them. But I miss my people. More specifically, I miss Tommy. I refocus on the two men to see they have decided to go down the same path.

Maybe because they wanted to stick with one another or maybe because they were always destined to walk the same path. I sigh and decide to make my way back home, or well back to my bed. I fled to London. To live with my older sister. She wasn't to keen on the idea and still isn't but when I informed her of the situation she allowed me to stay. Rain begins to fall from the sky and with a sigh I pull myself from the ground.

I usually like the rain, but I'm tired. I'm so tired. Its night time so I'll be allowed back into the apartment. I walk through the streets. In a busy, tourist filled metropolis its easy to feel like a very small fish in a very big pond. I pull my hood down to feel the rain wash down my head. I itch for a drink, for a joint. My sister made me promise none of that, but I've broken promises before. I spot a bar in my peripheral vision. 

I sigh and walk in. I eye up all the people in the bar. Just one drink. I sit at a stool. "What can I do for you?" The bartender asks. "A vodka tonic, please." He looks me up and down, "Id, please." I pull my Id out of my wallet and the money for the drink. "Alright give me a second." The bartender has a heavy English accent and it reminds me a bit of Tommy's. The thought of Tommy saddens me. 

So much so that I decide to treat myself to two drinks. Two drinks turn to three and three to too many to count. "Another one please." My words are slurred and unnecessarily loud. "Last one." The bartender says sternly, I roll my eyes and down another shot. I go to my wallet to get money out for another drink, I groan when I find I have no money left. I get up to leave. "Leaving?" The bartender asks mockingly. 

I roll my eyes and continue my venture into the night. My sisters going to kill me. I stumble a few times, but I make it out of the stuffy bar and into the open polluted air. I look to the sky. They're no stars. I fall to the floor, crying. They're no stars. Where are the stars. I curl into a ball trying to hide from the world. I want to see the stars. Please just one more time. I don't want to go. I want him. I need him.

Where is he. Where are the stars. I lazily reach a hand to the sky. I want stars... I want.. I need... Where... What... I Begin to fall asleep. "Iris, what the fuck are you doing out here?!" Alexa. I groan and cover my ears. "Are you drunk?!" She continues to scream profanities at me. "Sleeping on the side of the road, are you mental?!" She tears her hair out. "I told you not to get drunk didn't I?!" Her eyebrows furrow "Get up!" She kicks my side. 

"I said get up!" She screams louder. Finally I bring myself up. My sister grabs my arm and yanks me all the way home. Like I'm some bold child. Once we get back to the apartment she throws me on the couch. "You do that again, I'm kicking you out." She threatens. I nod. She storms off in a huff, slamming the door behind her. I sigh, my head feels like its been torn open. I hate hangovers.