2 months later
The lights and the smoke mixing together in the tight space created a racing atmosphere. The way everyone is bouncing together as one creates a tsunami wave along with the music. Time seems to be going slow but in actual fact it's going faster than ever, we are getting older be the second,our youth fading away. But right now everyone in this club is living in the moment and partying the night away.
Time has been flying by the past 2 months, ever since that party my parents threw I plucked up the courage to move out and move away. I asked my dad if he new about the boy at the table, he said he didn't know him and didn't care, and that I shouldn't be taking interest in the people that he does business with. I dropped the curly headed boy subject there and let it go.
Now I am free and young living in the heart of LA. I am still the down to earth girl I was 2 months ago who likes her books and fields, but my inner rave girl has been set free. You would think partying every night for the past month would be tiring but I am loving life, after being locked under my parents ruling and strict boundaries for the last 19 years, I am ready to be free, who cares if the paps see me ever so often.... I'm just living life.
I've made friends with nearly everyone I've talked to , it's mostly people my age in this club and usually it's the same people every night, and hardly any of them know who I actually am, it's not like I am lying to them, they just haven't asked or noticed yet. I have made one really good friend out of them all though, Lori, she was the first person I met when I came to LA. She let me stay at her apartment for a few weeks before I got on my feet, and yes I know why the heck did I stay with a stranger for a couple of weeks , if you seen Lori you would know she would cry if she burned bacon, because a pig died for nothing. Tonight however, once we got in the club she seen someone who she new from her childhood and I haven't seen her since, I'm guessing she's catching up with them somewhere.
I've been dancing with this one guy all night. He was fine for the first couple of hours, but as time went on he got majorly hammered and clingy. I don't go home with a different guy every night, I'm not a sl.ut, but I do have the odd make out session in the middle of the dance floor.
As it reaches midnight, you start to see the effects of alcohol kick in, it's like a wolf on a full moon, their personalities are gone and the poisons run through their veins. It's usually 1am I go back to my apartment, just before the real stuff kicks off, and there's bar fights left, right and centre. As I stumble to find my shoes somewhere next to the bar on the floor, I hear Lori laughing her ar.se off in the corner, she's practically sucking the face off the poor guy. I would go over there and help the guy breathe but I will not risk the wrath of drunk Lori and her nails, they things are lethal.
I stumble out the door, my face the thing used to open it, as my hands are occupied holding my shoes. As the air hits my face I inhale it like its my last ever breath, and start waddling down tbe the street. I'm not an expert on the city yet, but I know my way around, well enough not to get lost. The apartment is only 10 minutes down the street yet it seems like its miles away, its not normally like this.
Suddenly things start to whril around me, like something out of alice in wonderland, I wouldnt be surprised if a bunny rabbit hopped by me talking any minute. I quickly lean against the wall to my left, trying to stop my head from spinning, what is happening to me?.
My vision focuses a little bit and I can see someone walking down the street, now I'm smart enough to know not to talk to strangers in this state , let alone ask for help, so I stand up straight and keep trying to walk on. my vision is the same as it was moments ago, but i can slightly make out more detailed things now. The person is still walking towards me, but is going a little slower now, I must look a complete wreck.
The stranger stops a few steps away from me and I instantly recognise the outline.
"Hello curly haired builder" the words slurred out of my mouth, before things went all swirly and I stumbled.
"wait, hope?" he finally spoke. "HOPE" that was the last I heard before tumbling into his arms and hitting the floor.
