We're all strangers at first

Capter I

"Come on Richard you can stand one more shot!" I heard them yelling as I sat on a soft, blood red sofa. I didn't answer. My thoughts had gone more and more crazy during that night. Why am I with these people? I don't even like them. Actually I hate them. Or why am I with any people anyways? I'd rather be alone like usual.

"Richard?!"I woke up from my own world, and left my thoughts for a moment, as I noticed they were nearly screaming my name.

"What?"I answered with a coldest voice that could ever come out of my mouth.

"One more shot?"

"No, I've had enough."

"Oh come one Richie! I know you can do better, don't be a pussy!"

For one moment, I just wanted to throw the shot glass to the wall, and beat the shit out of these people. But I didn't. I still had some kind of control over myself. Instead I just stood up, and simply left the room. I didn't want to cause any more trouble, I was tired. It took me few seconds to remember, in which direction the door was. I took my old well-worn leather jacket from the stand, put on my black boots, and got out of the apartment.

The corridor was empty and dark, the only light came from the few windows placed at the end of the corridor. I walked down the stairs, and it didn't take me long to notice that I'd forgotten to tie my shoelaces. I had fallen down the stairs at the speed of light, by stepping on my laces. I lifted myself up with a little help of the handrail. I felt a nasty sting on my forehead and noticed that a small trail of something was running down my face. I swept it off with my hand and realized that that something was indeed blood, since my hand was now entirely covered in red.

"Fuck"

I wiped my hand on my black skinny jeans which already had some stains on them, so I decided making one more didn't matter. At the same time I realized that the awfully yellow walls of the corridor also got some of my blood on them. "Well, at least the walls look prettier now" I thought to myself, as I sat on the lowest stair to tie my laces to avoid doing the same mistake again.

I sat there for a good 15 minutes, and when I was sure that I could walk - or even stand - I got out of the building. Finally. I still wondered how any of them hadn't gone after me, or just walked into me in the corridor. It took me almost half an hour to get out.

It was dark outside, and to be honest I really didn't know where I was.How the hell did I even got here? I looked around and only saw some other buildings and streetlamps. After all, I decided to keep walking the road that went past the neighborhood.

I continued walking at the side of the road, and tried not to stumble.I reached to my pocket to check the time from my phone, but the pocket was empty. Of course. Of course I had lost my phone. I started to feel hopeless. I was alone in a strange city, in the middle of the night, I had no phone, I had no fucking clue of where was I going.

I sat down and leaned my back to the nearest streetlamp. I tried to feel as comfortable as I could, but you know, sitting on the ground is hardly ever comfortable. I reached to my other pocket, to check if I still had my cigarettes. Surprisingly I did, so I took one out of the crumbled package, set it nicely between my lips and lighted it. At least there was no-one worrying where I was, or trying to find me. Good things about being lonely I guess, the only one you can hurt is yourself. I decided to wait until someone would drive by, and maybe pick me up.

I sat there for a really long time. Hours maybe? Who knows. I woke up to the sound of a car. I also realized that I hadn't finished smoking the cigarette and had fallen asleep with it between my lips. The still burning stub was now laying on the ground next to me. According to that I hadn't slept for too long. Suddenly I saw a light of a car. I couldn't see what kind of a car it was. It slowed down its speed and then stopped. I think I'd finally been found by someone. Good. I saw a tall figure of a man coming out of the car, walking towards me.