Met An Angel One Night

Chapter 1: An Open Book

Trigger Warning: Depression This is going to be a short story. It's going to be about a tragedy. Hope you guys like it!

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It was like every night for me. I was slumped on a seat, it's leathery cushions molding to me slightly. I cast an occasional glance around my entourage, affirming to myself that I'd made a good choice of friends for the tonight. I was at a bar, an expensive bar at that, only the best of the best could weave their way into here.

Or so I thought.

"What the hell is she doing here?" One of the girls, think her name was Ashley sneered.

I looked to who she was making such a fuss about. It was just a girl, a simple girl, with a mass of curly hair on her head and glowing brown skin. She was asking for I drink I think.

"Eww, isn't she that author girl" this other girl that tagged along with us remarked. I had to try really hard to hide my snide remarks about IQ.

"She's that best-selling author for those paranormal books right? She's got hordes of people going crazy for them" one of the two guys in my group added.

I was interested to say the least.

"I don't know how she even got in here. Kick her out Wren" this girl, I'm like 80% sure now her name was Ashley, snapped. I rolled my eyes. Like hell.

"Yeah, too much work and she's not doing a thing wrong" I respond, taking a sip of some fruit drink I ordered. It didn't even taste like alcohol which wouldn't end up well for me. The Ashley girl pouted at me but I blatantly ignored her.

I turned to talk with the 2nd guy in our group. His name was Knox and he was the only person in this group that I remembered their name. He gave me quiet adoration and I shrugged it off, it was normal.

My attention drifted off towards the author girl. She was laughing at something the bartender had said, and in the blink of an eye she threw back 3 shots into her mouth. She giggled, throwing her head back.

"Wren" the 2nd girl whined.

"What's wrong?" I asks trying, trying not to be a dick.

"Why won't you throw her out?" she pushed, batting her eyelashes.

"Why are you insisting on it" I snapped back. There goes not being a dick. She was taken aback. Her bottom lip settled into a pout and she crossed her long tan legs. My group of superficial ornaments settled back into a light hum of conversation but I got entranced by that girl once again.

I was on my second drink when she looked over at me. She didn't even try to hide that she was staring. Her eyes were brown but to me they were like black holes sucking me in....suffocating me. She cocked her head to the side and gave me sterling grin, filled with straight white teeth.

The Ashley girl scoffed. She'd obviously seen the author girl smile at me. Just as the attention had come it vanished. The author girl spun back around and began a conversation with the bartender once again. A felt a twinge of disappointment, but settled back with my drink. A few photographers came by and I leaned next to the Ashley and flashed a smile.

I was on my 3rd drink now, but I switched to something a little stronger. I was getting bored of the empty company. Sure, I had to be seen outside, a rocker had to be seen out, seem like he was partying, being a rebel. I just couldn't find decent people to actually stay interested in when I did that.