Faye
"Harry!" I called, shaking him. "Harry, wake up!"
I had no idea how anyone could fall asleep at the seaside.
Harry mumbled a few incoherent words before sitting up slowly and rubbing his eyes. "Hmm?" he asked, blinking a few times.
We had been sitting by the water for at least five hours, and the sun was slowly setting. Harry had fallen asleep a while ago but I couldn't, so I took out my small notebook and started writing. I wrote and wrote, about anything that came to mind as I looked out into the seemingly endless stretch of water, observing the change in scenery as different shades of pink and orange were painted across the sky.
"We have to go." I answered, standing up and brushing myself off.
Harry sighed, doing the same. "Alright then, let's go."
• • •
I stared at the screen until my vision went fuzzy, blinking rapidly to control the white dots which had formed behind my eyelids. Abuse by Faye White read the title. Four words out of one thousand. Brilliant. I had probably been in this position, staring at my laptop screen, for half an hour now and it was getting old. What a brilliant way to spend my Friday night.
"Faye!" Ella called, walking into my room. "I'm going out now."
Had she stayed in at all this week?
Ella was dressed in her usual party get up: A short, tight piece of material paired with dangerously high stilettos. Her platinum blonde hair resembled a bird's nest, having been backcomed thoroughly for the last hour and suffocated with half a can of hairspray. Her eye makeup was dark as usual and her lips were ruby red. She eyed me dissaprovingly, crinkling her nose at my old jumper and plain black leggings.
"Faye, come out and have some fun tonight." she whined.
"No thanks." I muttered.
"That wasn't a question."
"Too bad, you got an answer."
"So what are you planning to do all night?"
"My psychology assignment." I lied.
"You're so boring! It's Friday night!"
"Look, just go and have fun drinking and stuff, and I'll have more fun being sober."
"But Fa-"
"Bye Ella!"
Ella huffed, giving up and walking out the door.
I exhaled in relief when I heard the door slam, and I knew that Ella would be too drunk to remember what had just happened when she returned. I brought my attention back to the computer screen and frowned, closing my laptop and laying back on my bed in frustration.
Probably, the most normal decision would have been to go with Ella to the club, but I couldn't trust myself around the large amounts of alcohol she consumed night after night. The depressing thoughts were much more frequent when I was wasted, and I didn't really want to put myself in that situation.
That was why, fifteen minutes later, I found myself in the gym, in the usual secluded room, agressively punching the heavy bag hanging from the ceiling. From time to time I went on morning jogs, but other activities were nowhere near as satisfying as this.
All the writers keep writing what they write
Somewhere another pretty vein just dies
