I was never the guy that went to big house parties. You know, the ones where there are too many people for the house and you can't help but end up touching everyone. All those people made me claustrophobic. The scent of people drunk off their asses, sweat, and unprotected sex made me gag. The sound in the likeness of removing a suction cup from a wall as my beat up pair of Chucks made their way across the kitchen floor made me cringe. I didn't want to know if it was spilt booze that made the floor sticky or if it was someone's semi-digested dinner. Both were equally disgusting.
So why was I here?
To be entirely honest, I didn't quite know. I think I was meant to the designated driver for the night, but...things didn't go as planned.
Of course they didn't.
Her name was Lydia Bustra.
And she was the biggest bitch I knew of. Seriously. That's not a personal opinion, it's a commonly known and accepted fact. I remember what she did Senior prom night from high school. A girl wore a similar dress to Lydia's. Similar, not even the same shade of color.
Lydia left that night with two prom dresses. She literally forced the girl to strip down in the bathroom and give Lydia her dress.
That background laid down, Lydia was there that night. It was her party after all. Her, her stupid big house, her parent's stupidly large amounts of alcohol, and about four-hundred of her closest friends, me being barely one of those. Then there were about fifteen people like me.
Designated drivers.
Which I'll add, is the worst possible job to get stuck with. It's hugely stressful watching your friends drink themselves incoherent. Anyways, the fifteen of us got to stand around watching. I didn't know practically anything about the other fourteen of us, but they all seemed to know me.
"Ellison, how'd they manage to get you here?"
"I'm surprised you got driver duty, Ellison. Didn't you get a ticket for speeding?"
"Yo, Ellison! My man, what is up?"
I think that one of them was named Leo. I think that was his name. Or maybe it was Leon...
Regardless, I was distracted. Very distracted.
Why, I can't remember. I'm constantly distracted. As I said, things didn't go as planned.
Long story short, I shirked driver duty and took only one passenger with me. Her name was Sara Ferris. She was introduced to me by Lydia.
And she died because of me.
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The Night Sky.
Short Story"I don't even particularly like you." She said. She was serious. And maybe that was what hurt the most.
