She stood in the middle of the dance floor, bodies surrounding her, moving along with each beat.
The base of the music booming in her ears, almost making her forget her own thoughts, something she'd thought wouldn't happen in a lifetime.
She moved her hips slowly, her body intoxicated with poisonous liquids which she'd hoped to have taken her away from her senses, letting her lose herself for maybe a night.
But was it just a night? Was she going to let it happen just once? Was she going to drown herself for just one night, making her at least gain hope for just a few hours.
That was what it could do to a person. It could ruin them. It was dangerous.
Almost like the devil. Filling people's minds with thoughts.
She hadn't always been this way. She was meant to be there for everyone else. Their shoulder to cry on.
But what would happen when she needed one? Who was there for her? But she only had herself and she liked it that way.
She wouldn't let herself fall for another. She couldn't care less about love. What was love?
Love to her was pathetic. It wasn't worth it. She'd had to many experiences with this so called love and she was always the one left in pieces after it.
The only thing she could possibly love was the bottle that was connected to her lips, intoxicating her.
Making her feel like she could do absolutely anything. Making her feel like the only person in the world. That was love.
Making her feel good. Making her feel like taking risks. Making her feel as if she could do what the fuck she wanted to do.
Not being judged. Not being told what to do.
Her whole life had been full of dangerous people. People who just wanted her so suffer. People who wanted to see her fail.
All she'd ever done was care about what people thought about her. She'd taken in their comments. Their harsh words, their pointless criticism.
But she was done with all of that. She was done with caring what people thought. She didn't care. She was herself.
She felt her phone vibrate in her pocket. However it would only be the people who came to her with their problems, not realising she had so many of her own.
They didn't know she was slowly falling apart, because on the outside she held it together, as if nothing was going on inside her head.
As if she wasn't always on edge, the only people she heard were the people in her head.
She ignored the phone, she took herself over to the bar wanting to buy another drink to drown in. At least this was something that wouldn't give up on her.
As for time? She couldn't give a fuck. No one had time for her so she had time for no one. She would do her own thing, stay out however long she wanted to.
Her phone began to continuously ring, to the point where she took it out of her pocket and slammed it against the counter.
She rested her head against it when she felt herself being nudged slightly, she looked to her left, which revealed a man standing in front of her.
He stood about 6'3 , she could just make out the colour of his skin due to the darkness of the club, his eyes were red and his voice was deep.
"Your phone." He pointed towards it, as well as the constant ringing.
"I don't care" she stated in a bored tone.
She didn't even bother to take in his breath taking appearance. His beautiful attire. She couldn't care less at this point.
"What time is it?" A woman questioned from beside the 2, she shrugged and he checked her phone, by turning it over slightly.
"Who gives a fuck about time" she mumbled, earning a low chuckle from the stranger besides her.
"3AM" he told the woman and she walked away after giving her a deathly stare.
These people didn't bother her. She just spoke her mind.
"Your name?" He asked and she turned to look at him, staring deeply into his eyes.
She could tell he'd been taking shit. She knew one when she saw one, after all she quite liked to do it for herself.
It didn't bother her and if it bothered anyone they would have stopped her wouldn't they?
"Doesn't matter" she slurred, the alcohol having more of an affect on her as the time went by.
"Stubborn" he noted and she shook her head, before laying it back down on the counter.
"Jerk" she muttered, which just made him chuckle.
"You almost hurt my ego there darling" he had a smug look on his face.
Darling. The way the word rolled off of his tongue. The way he said it. There was something different.
She stopped herself before she could let her mind wonder off. The thoughts she would have about the stranger, she had to put an end to it.
Thinking too much was something she did often, she was known for it. Always expecting the worst of situations. Well when you'd been broken so many times, it was the only thing you could do.
"Yeah um I'm gonna go now" she stuttered grabbing her bag and her phone, and getting up to leave.
"Why" he asked and looked up into her brown eyes, she looked away to stop herself from falling into his trap.
She didn't respond, instead she got up and left, without a word. She walked as if someone was following her, and she was gone. Just like that.
However he let her go, he knew she would be back sooner or later. He knew what was going on in that mind of hers, he could read her like a book. Page by page.
Her silence told him things, the way she spoke, the way she moved. He knew.
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Idk about this tbh, and it's like my first time writing a fan fic properly so let me knooow how ya feel. Also idk if I Finna unpublished this bc iss SHIIITTT. But anyways enjoy kinda and yeah peace 😎✌️
