I wake up with no indication of what time it is or where I am. Last thing I remember is sitting in a corner on Mark's couch debating if I should take the next bus out of there. Though, the pain in my left shoulder and the bump on my head tells me that something else must have happened. I smell like gallons of alcohol and the smell of weed that I must have smoked is stuck to my shirt. I am lying on the floor in a room filled with thousand of books and i'm facing the multiple posters hanging on the ceiling. The ceiling includes posters of The Beatles, Artic Monkeys and The Rolling Stones and i'm starting to really begin to doubt where I am. I'm starting to get really scared because who knows what happened at that party and who could have dragged me all the way here in their room. With all the alcohol on my breath, it's very possible that I made a huge fool of myself at that party because i've had some sort of a history with drinking. I'm started to shake and I begin to stand up when I here a female voice call from outside the door ' I hear you moving! Don't move or you'll throw up again!'. I threw up? That explains the rotten stench I smell. I am able to say very slowly' Wh-o-o a-r-e-e y-o-u-u?' The silence between me and the stranger is unbearable and my head begins to spin uncontrollably which I shake off when I hear soft footsteps approaching the room I was in. I couldn't wait to see the face that fits this room and as the door opens, my heart flutters as I pull my eyes away from her dark brown hair to look into the bluest eyes i've ever laid eyes on. Her body fits perfectly into faded blue jeans and she's wearing a shirt with an unfamiliar band logo on it. As she sees me, I could see suprise fill her dimpled face. ' Hi, I'm so sorry that I couldn't warn you about the situation beforehand but you were knocked out by the time I found you and sadly I was the only one with common decency to bring you home' her words fill the air with her pretty little lips. I'm extremely confused by this point and i'm now wondering why I was even knocked out in the first place. ' Well, thanks for doing that but I dont have any knowledge of who you are and why would you ever care about me?' my voice comes out shakened but I sugercoat it with a little laughter at the end of my sentence. Her smile lightens the mood and she pulls her hair back with her hand. Her dimples are enhanced when she laughs and I'm pretty sure i'm staring. ' I'm Laylah, i'm from around Mark's neighbourhood and I was once close with Mark's sister and she invited me to the party which is where I found you with a pool of blood surrounding the back of your head' This is most probaly why the pain in my head begins to be unbearable and I'm starting to shake. ' Do you know what happened to me? I can't remember anything.' She starts to look at me with pity and I know something must have happened because she seems to have trouble deciding if she should tell me or not. ' I'll start by telling you the part where everyone was loving you..So, you were challenged to a game of beerpong and were winning against one of the most popular guys at your school. He was missing all of his shots, mostlikely on purpose, and because of the alcohol and the weed you smoked, you had a completle outburst and starting screaming about how everyone treats you like shit. The jerk you were playing against responded with unnecessary insults that I think really hurt you. And then, you stood up on the ping pong table and you drew a knife on him. You were literally throwing threats at everyone. Luckily, the jock had the nerve to stop you or else someone would have ended up hurt. Basically, the party ended abruptly and after everyone was gone, I found you laying on the floor in a pool of your own blood. That's basically the story.' I hear all her words vagily and I can't believe what an idiot i've been. Tears swell in my eyes and I start to full on sob within the next 30 seconds. I'll never be able to go to school again, people will treat me like a criminal and school will be even worst than before. Laylah realises that i'm having a breakdown and sits down crossed legged beside me and stays silent. She rubs my back with the tip of her fingers and I know this is all I needed to get me back on my feet. This complete stranger has been more of a friend to me than anyone else i've ever known. This probaly won't last because I began to learn that people don't like to stay around me too long. They make an appearance and soon later, leave without a goodbye. I want to make small-talk conversation with her but I think it's better to leave her house. I'm sure I intruded for far too long. I get up with a start and tell her ' I'll be leaving now, I just wanted to thank you for cleaning up the shitload of a mess I made at the party'. She grins at me and points me to the front door. I think she deserves a hug but before I lean in to her, I see her arms coming to embrace me. Before her arms are completly around me, I see the scars of untold stories. This is all I could think of as she pats my back and unclutches her arms from mine. I put my jacket on , which I don't remember even having on, and by this time the door is opened and I take this as a cue to leave. I'm still thinking about what kind of hurt she feels and how a beautiful girl like Laylah could ever bring such a disgusting weapon to her lovely skin.I'm desperate to know the story she has to tell. I wave goodbye but before Laylah has the chance to close the door completly, I stick my foot in between her front entrance. ' By the way, I'm Tate, Tate Walker.' are my departing words as I make my way to the nearest bus stop while I press play to my favorite song ' Riot Band' by The Artic Monkeys and bob my head to the beat.
