Ariana Imagines

#85: Streets Of Desolation

I.

I walked along the shore as I continued taking in my cigarette. My mind stuck on the never ending train of failed relationships.  I heard the distant waves, soon a famaliar group of laughs. I look to the side and walk slowly across a street. I spot my friends. "Why are you all sad? We have a party tonight!" my friend yells dramatically. "I don't know if I'll go." I say walking past them and having them follow me. "Why not?" he asks annoyed. "I'm not in the mood maybe Sunday?" he grabs my wrist. "You are coming." and that was that.

II.

You wouldn't think I was going to a party. I wore pants and a shirt. I didn't change my look at all for this party. A lame house party. I went through every room to see red cups everywhere. Couples making out, the usual teenage chaos. I separated myself as I always do. I have a beer in my hand and my eyes wander. I hadn't noticed I was being stared at and got my name called multiple times. "Huh?" I say finally focusing on the brown eyes. "Hey, how are you? What are you doing here?" she smiles. It was my ex-girlfriend. "Hi, I'm good. My friends dragged me out. How are you?" I now have a smile on my face. I haven't seen her in a long time, she was still very beautiful. "I'm good, I'm good. Wow you look really good." I chuckle. My choice of outfit for this party didn't help me fit in. "You do too. What are you doing now? How's work?" she rolls her eyes playfully. "Tiring. I'm still doing the same old things. I've seen a lot about you online." I raise an eyebrow smirking. "You're stalking me?" she giggles. "When do you not stalk an ex?" I lightly laugh. "So, are you-" I feel my arm being pulled. Soon I am out of the room and leave my ex-girlfriend there alone and suprised. I can't see who is dragging me outside but it's a woman.

   We stop and I come face to face with the short brunette. Another ex-girlfriend, except we just broke up days ago. "What are you doing?!" she yells. "What the hell.." I mumble recognizing the beautiful evil woman. "Answer me! You are seeing someone else already? Did I mean anything to you? I thought we were still talking about us." she has her hands in the air. "You don't even let me explain myself. I broke up with her years ago. She has a girlfriend." I explain. She crosses her arms like a angry child. "Baby, I care about you a lot. You're the one that left me." she starts walking away again onto the sidewalk of the street. I follow her anger building up. "There you go again!  You're fucking crazy, you know that? You want me to be a victim? Stay around and be with no one and weep all the time because I don't have you? But you, you can fuck anyone you want! You just want to play these games with me." my voice is loud. All the neighbors probably listening.  "Shut the fuck up!" she curses loudly continuing to walk quickly. "No, I don't know what the fuck you want! I am not gonna be sad over you all day. I just want you to know, I'm done. I'm not gonna try for you anymore baby. I'm tired of trying. I'm wasting my time running after you." she stopped midway my speech. She still hasn't turned around to face me.

   She finally turns around slowly. I study her and notice that her face is wet, presumably from tears. I shake my head as I see the sadness in her eyes. The want. "No. No." I say backing away from her as she comes closer. I finally break down. "No! You are fucking with me!" my hands are in my hair pulling at it in frustration. "Please listen.." she mumbles trying to continually hold me. "Stop! Fuck off! I'm done, it's over!" my throat is itching from my loud heavy yelling. I walk the other way away from her, hopefully forever.

III.

I lay on my bed my head between my arms as I think of all the pain I have endured. Suddenly my door is barged open causing me to jump. I hear my name being called loudly. She comes into my room, I'm now fully sitting up and angry. "Get the fuck out!" I yell standing up. "No, you have to listen to me. I have problems okay, I don't know what I want. You're right. I love you but I know I can't love you the way I want to." I can't believe what I'm hearing. "Get out.." I mumble calming myself before breaking everything around me. I look down and sit on the bed again. "Please can I-" she comes closer to me. "PLEASE get out! Don't touch me." I yell in frustration.

She busts out the door, her cries being heard.