You Know.

Chapter One

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I fling her hand over my shoulder and gave as much support I could give to her tipsy self. It wasn't hard, supporting her and helping her stand up, she was a petite little girl. She hummed a tune and moved her fingers up and down as in a motion of directing an orchestra. "So which way is your home?" I eye her face, she had extraordinarily sparkling blue eyes, they stood out in the dark of the night. "Hooome?" She giggles and puts her orchestral-hand over her mouth, as if thinking about some mischief. "Ya?", I tell her but glare at the goons sitting on the footpath staring at her. She was dressed in a pretty skanky way but I knew it wasn't her true self, something about the way she laughed and chuckled gave away her innocence. "I..don't know. I ran away from my home. I was," she chuckles again, "tired". "Tired? of what?" , "Life, studies, too much studies, I.. no.. I can't , that's too much.. You know what?", she is almost mumbling to herself but I catch onto her words and hold her up delicately. She is the studious sort after all, I knew. "What?", I ask. "Do you ever have that urge, that feeling to you know leave everything behind and search the true meaning of life? I mean I am not supposed to read books about the power house of the cell - mitochondria - all my life, am I? What fun is that?", she stops walking now and sits down on the empty footpath, based on the emptiness of the roads I guess its past 3 AM.  I shake my head and let out a laugh, "No I do not think that sort of things, I am not drunk you are. You are saying all these stuff because you are drunk" , She gasps and as in a protest of my words she throws a stone of the street on me, "No no no no , do you mean to say drunk people aren't people? You know what my dad said?... He said and I quote," she chuckles to herself once again before continuing, her occasionally chuckles actually seemed cute, " 'You are just a teenager what would you know about life?, you... Your job is to study... Study' , You Mr.stranger sound like my dad". I shrug, I know where she's coming from, chances are that if she wasn't drunk i would have told her what my dad said, but then again if she wasn't drunk would she be here with me right now?. She lets herself fall on my lap and looks up at the sky while I look down at her face. Removing a strand of hair from her face I ask, "Aren't you scared? You are drunk with a stranger , you could get raped or something..",  She now focuses on me instead of the sky, "would you?", "would I what?", "rape me?", "NOOO". She laughs and sits up, " I know you won't, you don't look like someone who would, I know how I shouldn't judge a book by its cover but its chill, sometimes it works". "Never knew I looked like a non rapist, no one has ever given me that compliment before, thanks", I rest my face on my shoulder now, studying her. "My pleasure...Mr. non rapist, what kind of..person do I look like?" She tilts her head sideways too, studying me it seems. "You seem like an innocent girl under a lot of pressure of studying and you got fed up and ran away", "I do not look like I got fed up and ran away you just said what I said", "you said something different though", "I said something along the lines of whatever you said". She punches me lightly on my chest and lies down on my lap again. "Damn huh, I tried so hard to not look innocent, got myself these skimpy clothes too, I guess my contact lenses gave away the fact that I have a problematic vision and, and stereotypically you assumed I study too much because I have a problematic vision. Not wrong though, I do study too much", She huffs, now playing with the hem of my shirt just like a cat would. I smile, "Ahhhh , I knew your eyes couldn't be that sparklingly blue, should have guessed you used contact lenses". She whines, "nooooooo , I have natural blue eyes , my contact is not coloured or something , no one gives me credit!". I am now full on smiling at this ball of happiness and sadness who is rolled into a ball on my lap. We both remain silent for a while and she yawns. I almost whisper for God knows what reason, "You seem sleepy, tell me where is your home or where you are staying right now, I'll drop you off". She mocks me and whispers back, "I am not staying anywhere.. I left my home travelled in a bus for a few hours reached this place, I don't even know what's its name is and reached the shopping complex, bought some kickass clothes, dropped off my belongings and partied hard yolooooooooooo ayeee", And to continue our whispering contest I whisper again, "What?! Where did you drop off your belongings??", "In the open field next to the club" she giggles. "For real????", I question out of shock. "FOR REAL," she yells, "there was my purse, my clothes and my tampons". "Let's go, we just crossed that field, we can find them" I encourage her and she jumps up and salutes me, "Aye aye captain!".