Don't Ever Leave Me

One

"C'mon man!" I pleaded with the bouncer. "Just let me in, dude."

"If I let you in, everybody is gonna expect to be let in, " he replied, apologetically.

"Marty, you know I ain't gonna cause trouble," I gave my best puppy dog eyes. I could be convincing when I needed to be.

I may have been lying and he might've known it, but people around here liked me. I had an innocent, young look. People trusted those types of people. The only thing that might throw you off was my crooked nose and too-big t-shirts. Otherwise, I was any other young adult girl on Sunset Boulevard.

"Alright, you little shit," he sighed, obviously defeated. "Go on in. But seriously, at least get yourself a fake ID, kid."

"Thanks, man. You fucking rock," I said. I kissed his cheek and proceeded into the club.

I walked into the place, grateful that I knew a lot of the bouncers around here pretty well. Everything has its way of working out and sometimes things worked out exceptionally well. Other times things went to shit. It usually worked itself out in the end.

But that was life. That was my life.

Spontaneity is a good word for that.

I looked around for a place to sit down, but the place was completely packed.

I knew this band was gonna draw in crowds like this ever since I first heard them.

I had only seen Guns N' Roses a few of times, but everyone who saw the guys knew that they were gonna be something. When they played, they had such energy that couldn't be recreated.

They were unique that was for sure.

You could tell the guitarist was especially talented. The drummer had some energy on the drums that couldn't be matched. And the singer had a very distinguished voice. If you heard his voice you knew who it was.

They were loud and crazy and different. And that's why I liked them.

They would soon have record labels begging to sign them if that didn't already.

I had only actually been able to see their complete show once or twice. Most of the time I came late and now that they were popular I would only be able to hear their shows. In this case, I had missed the first half of the show due to an insane line and a slightly stubborn bouncer.

I was too short to see anything and too skinny to push myself to the front of the crowd so I leaned against the wall, closed my eyes, and tried to listen to the music over the crowd. They were playing some song that I'd never heard before bragging about how "easy" it was.

After a couple more songs, the show ended. I knew I really needed to stop hanging around places and focus on making some cash. The problem was I wasn't the type of person who ever did anything because I had to. I liked to only do things I wanted to do. Or certain things that were necessary like eat and poop. Can't get around taking a dump.

I was getting behind on my rent which is never a good thing. If I didn't pay up soon, I was gonna to have to move out of my landlord's garage. It probably wasn't a good idea to rent out a creepy dude's garage, but I knew I could leave anytime I felt like it. I didn't like to do adult stuff like worry about money.

Plus the only reason I'd really need a place to stay is so I could have a place to sleep. I didn't sleep that much anyway. I usually went days without sleeping. If I did sleep it was only for a couple hours at a time. I was sure there were places if I was really desperate for a nap. I made friends easily. I just wasn't good at keeping friends. Or staying in the same place. In fact, I wasn't really good at being normal. Luckily, I was in a place where normal wasn't really a thing that people were.

I knew who I was and what I wanted and I didn't need anyone to accept me. I already accepted myself. What more did I need.

I didn't need to follow rules or listen to anyone's bullshit. I could always do what I wanted. I never heard that voice in my head telling me what I shouldn't do. It always said "Fuck it, man. You'll die one day. Better make it worth while."

I didn't do things right. I didn't do things wrong. I did things how they were meant to be done. However the hell I wanted.

Everyone always seemed to be doing things other people told them to do. I remember in school I watched as most of the other kids mindlessly did whatever the teacher would tell them. But I wasn't like that. I didn't see the purpose in coloring in a giraffe or writing down numbers. People didn't need to do these things and know this crap. I couldn't bring myself to do what other people wanted me to. Needless to say, I was marked as a troublemaker.

I didn't see myself as a disrespectful girl. I preferred to think of myself as my own person, a free spirit.

I liked to have fun so that's precisely what I did with my life.

A/N: so that's the first chapter. Sorry if I made mistakes. I think I like this story though. I won't be butt hurt if you hate it.