The music was blaring. The lights were flashing. The bass was shaking the floorboards. Everything was going great that night, except for this. I was lying on the ground, hoping someone would care enough to help me. There was a puddle of blood around my head. This sorta reminds me of a panic at the disco song. Well, she’s not bleeding on the ballroom floor just for the attention cause that’s just ridiculously on. Well she sure is gonna get it. Here’s the setting, fashion magazines line the walls now. The walls line the bullet holes. Ha. Almost exactly like what’s going on now. If only I never went to the party. If only Keith didn't force me to go with him. If only he never met me and ruined my life. If only I never had a life to ruin. Here, I’ll give you a rundown of what happened tonight.
I was in my living room watching whatever was on TV, when someone walked in the front door. It was Keith, my insane boyfriend. He was screaming at me. I tried to block it out, but he kept calling me a whore, and I couldn’t help but hear that.
“Get dressed. We’re going to that party tonight,” he screamed at me. When I didn't move he picked me up and dragged me to our room and threw me on the bed.
I tried to get him to stop. “Keith, I don’t wanna go. It’s pointless. No one likes me there, so I won’t have any fun.”
“Just be ready in fifteen minutes,” he said as he left.
I sighed and started to pick out my clothes for a party I didn't want to go to. I decided on a plain white tank top and a pair of American Eagle shorts. I knew that if I wore these shorts, Keith would call me a slut of whatever, but I honestly didn't care.
I walked out into the living room to see Keith on his phone talking to one of his ‘friends’. He just looked at me, sighed, and grabbed my arm. Taking me outside to the truck. The cool summer night putting a slight chill to my bare skin.
He got in, expecting me to do the same. I sat down quietly, waiting for him to say something about what I was wearing, he didn't. He turned on the radio and drove as fast as he could to the party. It only took a few minutes to get to a house of a kid I didn't know.
There were people standing in the yard and on the porch, talking, enjoying each other’s company. They were actually having fun, coming to the party on their own will. I wish I could be more like them. I wish Keith wasn’t so….Keith. I miss the early days, when he would be such a gentleman; always calling me love, texting me goodnight, holding doors open for me. I’m still not sure if that all was an act to get in my pants or not. But now, he doesn’t do any of that. He just orders me around. Yells at me. Calls me things.
