Queen Of Disaster

Pity Party

Well, this is awkward! Their eyes burrowed into mine, and I would occasionally suffer the side bump from passers-by. I heard whispering and I brought both arms around my chest. People hated me. Add that with the anxiety I've been feeling and well, I hate being at parties! (Ginger): go have fun; mingle! I'll be back with the surprise in a second. Beer bongs, dance offs, making out...this is all too much! I ran over to a small brown sued couch near the corner of the room. The only person there was wearing a black hoodie to cover up his face, but I think he was sleeping. This is the only lonely part about this place!? I looked at him and studied him for a second...he looked kind of familiar. I inched closer to inspect for a better look, when a loud whistle echoed throughout the house. I jumped. And fell of the couch. Greeeat!

I looked around to see things a little blurry. I heard laughing, snickering. My face was burning and I got up to dust myself off. Ginger sauntered into the room with a grin from ear to ear! What the hell is going on!? (Anya): ginger, what's going on? What are you doing? Her face hardened and she glared daggers at me. I turned around and got ready to leave, but a hand gripped my hair and pulled me down. I screamed and struggled but they were drowned out by the sound of laughter. Tears were coming down my face, and one of ginger's friends dragged me over to her! Why are they doing this!?

Ginger bent down and sneered over my whimpering figure. (Ginger): you're a fucking freak! People like YOU will never matter. She stuck a knife in my abdomen, and I let out a loud cry! I just wanted this to end! What did I do?

I woke up suddenly, and I watched as the others began to eye me crazily. They even turned the music down. (Ginger): are you high or something? I took one sharp glance at her and shut down. A big lump filled in my throat, and I turned around and grabbed my things. The boy I thought was asleep, he wasn't. He grabbed my arm and stared me deep in the eyes. (?): You saw it, didn't you? My heart began to pound even harder, and tears welled up in my eyes. I pulled back from him and ran towards the door. (Ginger): where the hell are you going, freak!? I flinched slightly as I saw ginger and her goons inching closer. I took a deep breath. (Anya): thank you for the party, ginger. But I'd rather be a lonely freak then someone like you. Somebody who feels like I owe you when I don't owe you SHIT! Enjoy the rest of your night. And with that I tightened my grip on my sweater and walked home, which for me was only two blocks away. Something plagued my mind that night. Two things actually. What the hell happened, and why did I see ginger and her friends do such an awful thing? Is that what would've happened if I didn't...!? Ahem, nevermind.

But how did he know? He couldn't have, right? I just need to know. Who was that boy?