Heliophilia
(n.) desire to stay in the sun; love of sunlight
To be loved is to be changed.
Arabella Dawson
Has never had anybody constant in her life. From parents always being away at work to one shitty friend, she doesn't know how to exist when...
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Nemesism (n.) frustration, anger or aggression directed inward, towards oneself or way of living
Two ♡♡♡ Arabella
"I don't know if I like it." I whisper.
"What do you mean you don't know if you like it?" The crowd around us cheers so loud if I wasn't looking at Sienna I wouldn't have been able to tell what she said.
Looking towards the ring again I watch as another punch is delivered, the guy in blue heads snaps to the side. I wince along with him.
Blue swings. Reds head snaps to the side. Red only smirks, wiping the blood from his lip with his left hand before delivering a series of blows that has blue falling to the floor.
I don't want to be here anymore.
Watching guys beat each other up isn't really my idea of a fun time.
But Sienna practically forced me to come. She said we were going to big Tesco for a late night walk and somehow we've ended up here. Squished around a make shift ring, watching two men throw punches at each other because they have nothing better to do.
And considering we're in some damp, run down warehouse this definitely isn't legal.
The fight ends. Red holds his fists up, basking in the affection from the crowd. His face so bloody and bruised I can't even tell his eye colour.
Turning to my left I'm meet with an empty space.
My head turns frantically, trying to spot Sienna to no avail.
She wouldn't leave me here would she?
I don't want to believe she would, but then I think back to the party. She left me there. And it wasn't the first time. So my answer is yes. She undoubtedly would leave me here.
The crowd moves and suddenly I'm being pushed forward.
I'm moving forward, with no idea where I'm going until my feet make contact with something and then I'm tripping.
And I'm falling. My bare hands making contact with the dirty floor, scraping on the unkept wood.
And suddenly I want to cry.
My eyes become blurry as I try to control the tears. But then I remember that I'm here, in some random warehouse, lost and alone, on the floor, with people trampling past and over me, my hands are bleeding slightly and they sting really bad, and I can't seem to hold them back anymore.
