Slowly Fading

Happy

  Months of continuous beating and bleeding followed. New scars and bruises came and old ones reopened or reappeared. Months turned to years. Somewhere around the age of thirteen just didnt go to school for a day. I never returned to school after that. I also got a job working for the beauty college.

Surprisingly nobody ever questioned why I always had bruises and scabs, nobody cared anyway. Its not like I had a friend. A month after my fifteenth birthday I went to a party that just happened to be going on that night, and I had heard from two blocks away. No one invited me but my old classmates from school would be there.

  On my body was a white tribal print shear top that fit my curves in all the right places my skirt was black and white with random fluorescent yellow markings. As I snuck out of my window careful not to wake my snoozing dad in the next room I left the window open a crack, I heard the music growing louder. When I arrived the music drummed in my ears and rattled my bones. I went to get some punch.

  I reached for a clear plastic cup when my hand met another. My eyes followed the arm to see who the hand belonged to. Brilliant blue eyes looked into my* gray eyes. Bright white teeth peeked through his perfect lips. Stark black hair made his gorgeous eyes stand out even more. "Hi" he said breaking the silence. " Uhh hey" I said mesmerized by his amazingly perfect face. We both got our punch and headed back to the party. When back in the thundering room we stood on opposite sides of the room. Neither of us could take our eyes off one another. Almost as though we were under a spell. My eyes darted away for a moment to avoid awkwardness. When they came back up to where he was standing he was gone. Did I just imagine him?

   I then turned to go get another drink. My head stayed down so no one would notice I was a little embarrassed for hallucinating. Five steps toward the kitchen another pair of feet wearing sperrys came into view. In attempt to go around the other person I ran into them. Red fruit punch was soaked into my white top and skirt. An inaudible squeal left my mouth. Looking up my eyes met once again with the guy that was across the room. His expression was frantic when he grabbed my hand yanking me out of the house the party took place in. The pull continued until we were far enough away to hear each other speak.

" What the hell!" I screamed. " I am SO sorry " he replied with a shaky voice. His soft soothing voice calmed me down. " Its ok. I guess its kinda my fault anyway. I should have been paying attention."

" I was trying to bring you a drink and talk to you. I guess that didnt really work now did it?" " who are you again? I didnt catch your name." I asked

" Alexander. But you can call me Xander."

" Adrianne"

" Again I am so sorry. Im such an idiot."

Giggling I said" your fine!"

He had a nervous look about him. Wait is he blushing? I thought. We chatted a while and warmed up to each other. During the conversation, I discovered he had one brother and a two year old sister, he went to my old school, and he came to town last year explaining why i never saw him before. My family life never went into much detail. When we swapped numbers I felt the butterflies in my stomach and find myself blushing now as well. For once, I felt... Happy.