Biting Back (Completed)

Gremlin friends

Dancing my heart and soul out on the dance floor to some mediocre pop. They need to hire a new dj honestly. Even in my drunken state I can still determine mediocre and good music. This ain't making the cut, still not stopping me from dancing unfortunately. Neither Daliah nor Erin could go with me so I had to call up another friend. We're not really that close and haven't really gone clubbing together other than a handful of times. I already lost her and found her making out with a guy in the lounging area and just decided to dance on my own. Guess I didn't drink enough because i started hallucinating that the guy was back. He was sat by the bar and stared at me once he noticed me. I felt embarrassed dancing alone suddenly so I just decided to pack it up and go. I knew my illusion would follow quickly if he saw me leaving alone so I derived up a plan. I would go to the restroom and climb out of the window. The only problem. There are no windows in the restroom...
Plan B. Sprint out the door like I had just activated a time bomb inside the club. Not a smart plan but it'll do the job hopefully. I got to the door and started running. Second problem I ran into. Heels. Why did I think running in heels was a good idea. I didn't make it far before I face planted to the pavement. Some random kind stranger came over to me and helped me up and asked if I was okay. No, but yes. I was bleeding somewhere on my face buy didn't bother to actually feel the pain for it. Then the problem I was running from arrived. His spider senses for always showing up at the most convenient time kicked in. The stranger left and illusion man came over and looked at me concerned for my state. I made my most evil and angry face I could make at him. "Why are you looking at me like that. Looks like your holding in a shit." He said. "Maybe because I am-" I anwesered confident in my self. "Let me get you cleaned up. Did you get in a fight with a racoon or something. Looks like the racoon won." He said as he led me on a walk. "You're not real. Get out of my head." I said to him as I stopped walking. "Sorry to break it to you, but I'm as real as it gets." He anwsered as he dragged me forwards. I could recognize that we weren't walking home this time was he taking me over his house. If he isn't real how come he has an apartment and cooks really great pasta...
We were finally back to the abandoned building that he's living in. The blood on my face had already stopped bleeding when we got there. We walked up those few hundred steps, more like he did, because I gave up halfway and he had to carry me on his shoulder. I was just blabbering the whole time how he was just an hallucination and that none of this is real and bla, bla, bla... Even I don't want to listen myself. I don't understand how he puts up with all my blabbering and doesn't just leave me on a street corner to let me start my rat riot. He instructed me to go to the bathroom and sit on the toilet to wait for him. He had to go grab something. I found my way to the bathroom and looked long and hard in the mirror at my bloodied face. "That racoon really fucked me up good." I said to myself while I looked at my reflection. He came back and told me to sit. I plummeted down on the toilet almost breaking the toilet lid. He got a wipe or something and started wiping my face. I looked at him dumbfounded as he was cleaning me up. He opened a medical box he had grabbed and got a sticker or something and put it on my nose. "Do I look like a dumass now..." I asked him with a sad voice. "A cute dumbass for sure." He anwsered me back. "Not as dumb as you though..." I said quietly. "Come I'll let you crash in the spare bedroom." He said as he walked out. I followed him like his grumpy little gremlin friend. He showed me to a room and I dragged myself to the bed and fell asleep right as I fell onto the bed. I woke up and my brain had exited my skull and left a lump of doom dancing around inside. It was pitch black inside the room and I couldn't see a thing. I walked into a wall on accident while trying to find the door. Then I found a door, a door to a closet. Where is that damn door I asked my self. After walking into two walls and opening a closet door with false hope, I finally found the door. I opened it and walked into another wall. Does this man not know what the purpose of lights are. Was it that early in the morning. I walked against the wall using my hand against it as a navigator. By some miracle I found a light switch. I turned it on and was sent straight to the heavens. The holiest of all holy fucks that's a lot of light. My eyes shriveled into two raisins. I didn't see any better then I did before with the lights off. My eyes adjusted slightly and I could see that the curtains were all covering the windows and that he was not there. I didn't want to stay there if it turns out I just broke into someone's house, for the second time now. I stumbled my weak ass feet to the door. I didn't even think about where my heels were. He can keep them, or whoever owns this house. "Leaving so soon?" I heard behind me. I turned around like I was possessed in an exorcist movie. My hair was all over the place and my face was smashed in. "Did the racoon return last night." He laughed as he saw me turn. "Fuck you Kevin." I anwsered. He kept laughing and told me to stay for breakfast at least. I grunted like a zombie that had been dead for 12 hours and dragged myself to the kitchen. I waited with my head on the table as he went and did something in the kitchen behind me. He started making a smoothie or some shit that sounded like someone was using a chainsaw to blow out my eardrums. He handed me a smoothie. It tasted like vomit with vinegar and horse shit with a cherry on top. He claimed it was to help with the hangover. I'd rather be dead and chained up to my ex thank drink this monstrosity, so I drank it anyways because I'm just a girl. "I never got your name... who the hell are you anyway?" I asked before I tried to chuck down the smoothie in one go. I almost choked and vomited at the same time and some how still survived. "The names Da-Deu-Der..." He said confusing himself and me. "What was that, are you having a stroke or something?" I asked him confused. One might think he was the one having a hangover. He at least woke me up with confusion. He started stuttering "It's uh-..." He stumbled. "classified information?" I said sarcastically as I chuckled. "No, it's just that- It's Erick?" He managed to say. "Are you sure about that?" I said laughingly. "No?" He anwsered back more confused than I was. "Well Derrin, Derick or whatever you say your name is, I should get going. Thanks for that shit smoothie. Have a great day." I said as I walked out. I think he was still confused as to what his name was and didn't even realize that I had already left.