Life Of The Party

My life feels like a test I didn't study for.

     When I was seven years old. People were mean and cruel. they would never give me a chance to speak. I was always picked last for sports and was stuck with the "kick-me" signs on my back down the hallway. That was until I turned eighteen and life looked a lot different. People looked dat my just the same, only I stopped caring. Their words meant nothing to me and I started kicking ass at sports instead of paper signs. It was just that nothing meant anything to me anymore, I could care less. I it wasn't for Luke, he came into my life and made me understand that life was worth it, that I had a purpose. That there always a party somewhere to dress up for. 

   I had first met Luke during one of my suicidal attempts. Obviously it never worked out, because I'm still here, sadly. I was at the top of the San Fransisco bridge, about to jump when someone grabbed my arm. That someone turned out to be Luke. He never said anything. Just looked me in the eyes, a sea of rolling waves on a cloudy day took me into a trance. He gave me a look like 'Do you really know what your doing'. Honestly I thought I did. We never said a word to each other for a good solid twenty minutes. He helped me down from the railing I was standing on and took me by the hand, down to his house, that was literally one block away. I guessed that he was out for a walk when he saw me.

  "What's your name" he asked out of nowhere, looking at me out of the corner of his eye. I took a step back and glanced at my feet. "It's ok, we've all been in those situations once or twice before." Little did he know that I was in them over two times.

  "It's Meghan," I whispered.

  "Meghan" he repeated under his breath, "Mine's Luke." He opened the door looking at me, asking me with his eyes if I wanted to come in. Of course I did. There was no way I was going home that night. My dad was probably drinking his life away like always. My mom was six feet under for the past seven years, so I never had a good connection with my dad, since I was always with my mom. That left me with friends, but I didn't have any, I never did. This new adrenaline coming from a complete stranger, it was different. Something I never had before, and if I did it was pretty negative.

  Inside the house, there was a decent amount of furniture. The walls were a smooth green, making me feel as if I was deep in the forest, safe and sound. I wondered how many young girls, he took in that were standing on top of that bridge. Didn't he realize that's as close as to being on top of the world we've ever been. Everything left for me to love in the world was gone. I was scared, that staying in this world would make me end up like my dad or mom. I wanted my life to be a choice not a mistake. If I wanted to end it, then I could, but something about Luke made me think twice about that. He hadn't said anything cheesy, he hadn't said anything at all. I still didn't understand it.

   Luke showed me to a spare bedroom, though it looked as if the room was often used it was more than enough for me. A small skylight was just above the bed, the perfect place to watch the stars. The room was accompanied by an oversized washroom that looked like it was taken out of a palace and put into a tiny home.

  "I kinda have a thing for extreme bathrooms" Luke said as he noticed my awe of the room. I just nodded, it wasn't everyday you came across a man who had a thing for bathrooms. He set out a couple of extra clothes on the bed for me and left me to myself.

  "I'll be downstairs making some dinner, if you're hungry feel free to come down, if not make yourself at home," Luke said as he closed the door.

  I was exhausted, completely beat. Even without eating breakfast, I decided to skip dinner. Nothing really seemed to go my way and I still didn't know how to feel about Luke. Would I go home today or would I stay in the only place that I finally felt safe? I feel even if we had quite a small connection, Luke would just go back to his life tomorrow if I just up and left. He wouldn't come after me like fairytales happy ever after, everybody knows those stories aren't true. Something inside me though hoped he would. Tomorrow, I was going to go home to whatever was left of my dad.

  About seven in the morning I quietly slipped out the door, not making a sound to make sure Luke didn't wake up. I had a quick bite to eat first, after only the best shower I've ever had. Yes I know it's rude to eat people's food, without permission, but I was starving, don't tell me you wouldn't do the same in that situation. At home there would be no food, just bottles and bottles of booze, that never seemed to filled your stomach.

  I was able to get to my street in less than half an hour; benefits from being a runner your whole life. I knew these streets better than anyone else in San Francisco. My dad's car was in the driveway, which meant he was home. Tell me again why I decided to come back home. Calmly I took a breath and walked through the door. All the lights were off, maybe he went out to the bar.

  "Hello," I whispered to the empty house. I was immediately answered with a glass that was thrown directly beside my head. It shattered to pieces, falling to my feet.