Saviour

Chapter 1

Dark. Dark everywhere. Some neon lights. Drunk-heads everywhere. People eating each other's faces. Smell of vomit and sweat, mixing together making an awful smell along with an equally awful desire to barf. What am I even doing here? This is not where I belong, I looked around to realize that I don't know many people here. Ro and Sheila were here somewhere and supposedly so was Dan, but he'd been getting very chummy with Sophia, his very beautiful girlfriend, a while ago, so they might have decamped in favor of more private surroundings. It is a Friday night, I am at a themed Retro club, alone, with several giving me appreciative looks. It was a brownstone, like thousands of other in Brooklyn. I have never been here so I wasn't really comfortable with the surroundings. My friends brought me here for a night out and yeah I repeat, I am sitting here alone. They thought it will be fun and help me get my mind off of somethings but this is not helping so far with all the craziness here. Although I have to admit that people in Brooklyn really knew how party. I really appreciate my friends trying to cheer me up, I wish something would really cheer me up, or someone with bright blue eyes and brown short hair, something like the bartender serving on the bar opposite of the one I am sitting in.

  I stood up in hopes to find a bathroom or anything to empty my bladder that's filled with nothing but club soda. I found one which was miraculously unoccupied. I finished my business and stood in front of the full-length mirror. I was wearing a black faux-leather shirt and high-waist pants. Usually all black suits me and brings out my sea blue eyes. It was a tight suit that brought out my already perfect curves, that Ro's response when she'd seen it was to raise her eyebrows so high they nearly disappeared into her hairline. 

"Woah! I guess no one is gonna be looking at me tonight," she remarked, smoothing down her dark blue mini-dress. 

"Yeah, you look like shit." Sheila, the tall blond responded. Ro always looked gorgeous, and had been turning down offers of employment as a model for years, saying she wanted to continue her studies, a doctor-to-be.  

My reflection, in the cleavage baring shirt, looked pretty good, I have to admit. As I continued to admire myself, I heard yelling and laughter from the hallway. I'd never realized until I stopped drinking just how much drinking actually went on at these parties. Or how stupid everyone acted. I poked my hair, fixed my cherry red lipstick and once again entered the chaos of the party. This loud music was giving me a head ache. 

"Hey!! Cutiee! Get me a drink, will you? Please! Puh-lease!" Someone really has a loud voice, I thought, as I felt two hands on my shoulders. Definitely Sheila. It gotta be Sheila. I was proved right when I turned around to see the owner of this extremely shrill voice.

  She's already pretty drunk. I laughed as I took her state in. I kept trying, the whole night, to blame them for my headache but can't stay mad at them for too long. My friends are my whole life. They are what keeps me going on. To be honest, I love them to hell and back?

"No! You're already drunk enough." I scolded, I mean I should take advantage of being a year older, right? Don't get me wrong. I am not a party pooper. I just don't wanna see her parents over-reacting when they see their daughter in this state at 6 in the morning.

"Hey, Cass loosen up a little. Have a wee bit of fun. Oh ..wee.. why am I so funny?" She again screamed in my ear again, making my head throb more. Another reason why I don't like clubs, you have to shout everything and can't have a normal conversation. But then again I guess I'm just not in the mood.

"Well I'm sorry that I'm not in the mood for party after my boyfriend cheated on me with my best friend. I'm a human I have feelings too, I mean hello? Okay?" I know I'm over-reacting and there is no need to shout at Sheila out of everyone but I just needed to let it out.