I was the kind of girl who lurked around. I spent everyday wallowing in pain.
I would never find love.
So, whenever the stinging pain wouldn't go away, I'd walk down to this pub down the street from my "humble aboad". It was a 25 minute walk. But I guess It was worth it. My mom worked late, so I was usually in the clear.
Since I looked about 23, I never had any problems with IDs.
I can remember every moment and detail about the night I came in contact with Memory for the first time.
The bartender's name was Robby. He was wearing a pale yellow shirt.
"Can I get you anything?" He stuttered.
I was looking down at the ledge of the bar table and mumbled,"Whisky."
He pushed the glass toward me.
I chugged down the liquor, and Robby flipped out.
"I have NEVER seen a girl chug THAT much whisky before in my life!" he shouted.
I threw down the money for the liquor, and ran out of the bar like hell. I didn't want to have to explain myself, and risk the chance of someone figuring out I was only 17. I started to go around to the back. I knew a shortcut to get home. I made my way to the employee parking lot. That was when I saw him.
His hair was down to his chin, shaggy, and jet black. I heard the sound of his keys jingling as he came closer.
He tossed his ciggarete down on the pavement.
"Hi. I'm ( remember... I don't use his name...)" he whispered.
"I'm Viv... You look familiar." I said as I was looking at every aspect of him.
I realized at that moment that he was in my lunch period, and that I really liked him. I had never really payed attention to him until now. He could tell that I was freezing (I left my trench coat at home), so he offered to drive me home. And because I'm idiotic and reckless...
I said yes.
