"YOU DIDNT SAVE ME!! None of you gave a fuck about me and I was left alone for six months with no one but coldness and darkness. You speak so highly of being strong? You couldn't protect your sister from being kidnapped and used like the marijuana y...
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While Trent was out selling drugs, I watched the lights spread across my skin, in the club. The disco was a bore but I ever expect much. I preferred to mindless walk at night greeting any stray animal I came across.
Shadows along my skin with hints of red and green and blue. Girls were rubbing their bodies on males, males were watching girls rubbing their bodies on males. The evolution of human beings never ceased to amaze me.
However I came here to drink. And that's what I'll do.Dancing didn't come naturally to me, I was a horrible dancer. The only thing I knew how to do was the sentimental and emotional dancing, where you look into each other's eyes and it reflects on the love you two have for each other. Still I'm a weirdo. I giggled by myself at my stupidity.
Trent and I did it once but all I saw in his eyes was my time dying in a crate with no food or water, because they forgot I was alive. I won't ever forget that they are dead. Trent really was the epitome of Planet Earth. Even though he is blood stained and marked for destruction he has hope and beauty inside of him. I mean come on, he did save me from ongoing rape. Even if he does sleep with me without consent. It's not like I say no anyways. It feared me to say no. I didn't have a right to say no, I owed him my life.
Sitting near the bar, the bartender approached me and smiled. His name was Matthew as the name tag stated. "May I have three shots of Vod-"
"MIKEEE YOU CANT LEAVEEEE", my ear drums bursted. I followed the loud and high pitched scream and was lead to a blonde clenching a tall and muscular guy. Three of his buttons were opened and he rolled his eyes as she hugged him. Looking back to my position I gave the bartender $50 and nodded. My hair fell down and I drank the shots slowly.
Not in one go. I liked the pain it left on my throat and nose.
I started to feel dizzy after my seventh shot. Swaying to the music, I started to play with my hair. Ruffling it and putting it behind my ear. Biting on my straw and making weird knots out of it.
You're such a joke, Sara.
"Hey sexy. What's your name?" From the gaps in my hair and the corner of my eye I witnessed a short black haired boy. Not my type.
"I'm lesbian. Fuck off" he ran away faster then I expected. I ended up laughing by myself yet again.
"Nice going. You have a nice laugh kid" the man sitting next to me looked around 35. Wearing a suit with his tie loosened. "Kid?" I replied, laying my head on my arm and facing him. He had a moustache and side burns. Asian. Probably Japanese.
"Umai gaki da na" (you're a child).
"Iei watashi otoninaru zetaini" (No. I'll be an adult no matter what) I replied. Lifting my head as he looked at me in shock.
"Nipponjin Ka?" (Are you Japanese?)
"Nope. I'm Russian oya-ji hehe" (old man)
He laughed with me and drank his scotch. "I had a daughter younger -a few years younger than you" here it goes the sob story.
"She asked me to learn English because she thought it was more sophisticated and kire (pretty)" he murmured taking another sip of his scotch? I'm guessing. My head felt heavy so I laid it back on my hand. Watching him speak with dreary eyes.
"And then she got cancer and died" I said ever so rudely. He looked at me with anger and clenched his glass. I'm assuming she didn't die of cancer. Crabs! I got it wrong!
"One way or another, little girls get hurt. And it's always the males fault or of course God except it's not a 'fault' rather it's a circumstance so don't be too blue" I grabbed my 8th shot and drank it in one go, and then left.
You're hair is black, so is your heart, so is your soul.
Someone from the crowd took my hand as I tripped on my own leg, holding me up princess style. "I don't need help. Let me go" I tried to push him off me but I lost all energy and wanted to sleep.
Let me sleep.
"No you'll fall and die like that other girl on the news. I'll just keep you in my car until you sober up", his voice was sweet yet stern. "Haha I had 8 shots mate, I'm not gonna sob-" I needed to puke. He ran with me outside and held my hair as I aimed at the nearest patch of green. It was near a dumpster with a patch of growing vegetation in between the cracks of concrete. I vomited for half an hour. Seriously...my throat, nose and lungs stung.
Blyad.
Fuck.
Looking at my saviour, he looked like Anatoly and Marat merged together. In other words, extremely good looking.
"My name is Chelsea. Nice to vomit near you" I gave him my hand and he took it while chuckling.
Maybe it's the alcohol talking. "I'm Mike. Come on" he lead me to his red Ferrari, astonished at his wealth and good looks I thought of running away with him and leaving Trent.
Haha imagine that.
"Why are you laughing?" He asked handing me a bottle of water. "Chelsea...what a stupid name haha" I said laughing hysterically. "Well, any girl name is pretty I guess" he said holding the steering wheel, we weren't even moving. What a weirdo.
"Sara" I said.
"What?"
"My name...is Sara" I drifted off to sleep on the door of his car. Not on purpose but, I was tired. The alcohol let me sleep for hours and wake up with karma and a migraine.
