The Wicked Ones

The Party

He's a long lengthy man. He oddly reminds me of a coat hanger. Long and awkward standing alone in the corner next to the window. He shakes and looks as if he's  ready to jump out at of it at any minute. His fingers are long and bony and his hands look as if they'd never seen the surface of light. Always fully immersed in water. His body looks like it's never seen a big mac in its life, then to top it off his head looks like it's been shrunk. To be honest he looks like he has the body of an anorexic ogre.

You might think he scares me but he doesn't. He just simply 'bothers me.' There's something about him that just makes me jitterish. I don't know who this man is and I don't care to know who this man is. I just want to know why he's here at this party. Isabelle couldn't have invited him. He isn't, and I quote, 'spunky enough'. Yet I somehow make the cut. I think I'm gonna go home though. Enough judging for the evening.

As I go to find Isabelle to tell her that I'm heading out I see something from the corner of my eye. I turn to see what it is, but I can't get quite a good look so I begin to inch closer to the source of the distraction. It's that weird man again. How in the world could someone have gotten from that side of the room to this one so fast? As I'm lost in my train of thought Isabelle comes flouncing up. She snaps in my face to acquire my attention.

I swiftly grab her hand from the air and look her dead in the eyes while saying "I'm not a damn dog Isabelle, don't treat me like one."

She looks slightly offended but quickly recovers. As if on impulse she begins to talk about men and how I should find myself one. She ever so kindly reminds me that my ovaries won't always be this ripe. As she's ranting I see a flicker of a shadow out of the corner of my eye yet again. I move to turn my head but as soon as it was there it was gone again. I bet it was that weird ass guy again. Damn! He's really starting to get on my nerves. I shake my head a little and rub my eyes to try to wake up. I throw my hand over Isabelle's mouth to shut her up for a bit so I can get a few words in.

"Isabelle, hun, I'm gonna head home. I'm getting pretty tired. Thanks for the party, it was great. See ya soon."

Hoping she doesn't hear the sarcasm in my voice I turn around and head swiftly through the crowd. Pushing and shoving as hard as I can, I finally break free to get sight of the door. I walk up and right as I reach for the doorknob the lights go out. It's probably the terrible storm that's viciously raging outside, but that doesn't stop the petty girls from letting out their blood-curdling screams into the alcohol and smoke-induced air. My God, it hurts! I swiftly open the door, walk out and close it as fast as I can. As I feel my way to the wall I pull my phone out and switch on the flashlight. "Much better." I say. I begin to walk down the hall and hear the rain start to drum harder on the roof outside. I sigh as I reach the elevator and get met with equal dissatisfaction when I see that it's out of service. "Figures." I sigh as I walk towards the stairs.

When I reached the ground floor I got the sudden urge to vomit, most likely the result of those cheap beers. Oh no, no no no no no! Don't do it! Don't you do it! I begin to speed walk to the door as I swallow down the unforgiving shot of bile. Arnie, being the usual dear he is, says hello in his sweet old man voice. I don't open my mouth to reply for fear of my life and Arnie's dignity, so I simply give him a nod of acknowledgment. I walk outside into the downpour and ready myself to make a break for my car.

One! Two! Three! I begin to run as fast as I can. When I arrive at my car I fumble to get my keys causing me to drop them. I hastily scramble to pick them up and swiftly jam them in the door unlocking the car. After slamming the door shut I grab a mint from the glove box in hopes to settle my stomach. While I'm waiting for the nausea to subside I plug my phone in the the aux and then put shuffle on. Dead Inside by Younger Hunger blares out of all four speakers. Fuck yea I think to myself.

Just as I put the car in reverse my phone rings out with the crude sound of cats meowing, Isabelle's personal choice. What could that girl want now? I ignore the call and restart the song before shoving my phone down into the compartment next to my joystick and begin the ride home.