Blurred Lines || Sannie

Blurred Lines

Sometimes, Annie thought the world looked beautiful.

The way the deep indigo walls of the night club seemed to have a mind of their own, rippling like the waves of an ocean. The way the music got quieter and louder and sometimes sounded funny, like it was coming from far away even though there were loud speakers everywhere. The way the crowd of people dancing seemed to bend and change shape in ways physically impossible but still very real looking through Annie's eyes.

Annie blinked and giggled to herself for no apparent reason. The world was most certainly a strange but beautiful place.

Suddenly she heard a crash as someone took a seat at the chair across from her, slamming their bottle of beer on the table. The furniture in the club was a gross shade of purple, painted in an attempt to look futuristic and hip. But the rust and uncleanliness of the tables and chairs ruined the look. Annie didn't mind, though. Or she was too drunk to care.

She glanced up and saw a blurry figure with curly brown hair and brown eyes staring back at her. "Heyyyy Sandra," Annie slurred. Sandra was Annie's best friend and the one who forced Annie to come to the club so Annie could "loosen up a little."

Sandra picked up her bottle of beer and took another swig before flashing a silly grin at Annie. "Hiiii," she replied. Annie noted that Sandra, too, was blackout drunk. They would have to take a taxi home tonight.

"Whatcha doin' sittin' here all alone?" Sandra asked with a giggle.

Annie stared at her, unsure how to answer. Even through the intoxication, Sandra being here reminded her of what she was running away from. She thought back to earlier that night, before she had taken in any alcohol.

They had entered the club and immediately been hit by blinding strobe lights and blasting music. "I hate this already," Annie mumbled to Sandra before turning back towards the door. But before she could go any further, Sandra grabbed her arm. Annie hated the way the contact sent a jolt through her body.

"Hey, look at me." Sandra had turned Annie around and immediately Annie was drowning in her chocolate eyes. "I've seen how miserable you've been looking lately. I really think you deserve to have some fun. Loosen up, have a drink or two, you'll love it." Sandra proceeded to drag Annie to the bar, where they both ordered a beer which led to another beer which led to shots. By the third shot Annie had noticed Sandra had disappeared. She tried looking around but everything was blurry and she became very dizzy. Eventually she just stumbled to an abandoned table on the other side of a club to get herself together.

But as Annie stared at Sandra's unfocused eyes, she knew she didn't come here to have fun. She came here to run away. To run away from the fact that she was in love with her best friend and Sandra would probably never feel the same way.

"Well? Are you gonna answer me?" Sandra spoke up, trying to sound impatient through her slurred words.

The question Sandra had asked Annie echoed through her blurry mind. Whatcha doin' sittin' here all alone? Whatcha doin'?

The truth was, Annie had no idea what she was doing. She didn't know why she agreed to go to this shitty club on a Thursday night. She didn't know why she thought it was a good idea to get blackout drunk and then sit alone at a table in the corner. She didn't know why she was spending every waking moment with a friend who was breaking her heart. She was dying inside and Sandra was oblivious to all of it.

"I...I have to go..." Annie got up and stumbled away from the table, blinking hard as she searched for the nearest bathroom. When she spotted it in the corner she ran toward it as fast as she could, tripping and cursing quite a few times. As soon as she arrived, she stumbled into the nearest stall and vomited her guts out. When she left the stall, she looked around and found that the bathroom was abandoned. So she sat down against the dirty tile wall and burst into tears.