I walk into the club with one thing in my mind. That was too get so fucked up I couldn't remember anything. I just want to forget.
Every thing and every memory.
I walk to the bar seeing a shot. Nobody was near it so I just took it and left.
I bit my lip taking my pin out of my hair. Letting it fall down to my back.
I don't have money I mean I'm a foster kid that refuses to work.
I walk towards the purple glowing floor. People dancing and rubbing against each other.
Sweat glazed their bodies. I wanted something that was different. Someone that stuck out.
There.
I look forward at a tall man. He had a black sweatshirt with the hood on.
He had short thick black hair. His eyes are bright blue and he was skinny but ripped.
I could smell weed it was probably from the vip lounge or private rooms.
I ignore everyone around me and just start dancing. I run my hands through my long black hair. Southing my hands along my body.
My hips are drugged by the music. The rhythm controlled my whole body. I wasn't in control.
I feel hands rapping around my waist. I was okay with it because I just didn't care anymore. I didn't have anything to live for. So I'll just live the rest of my sad life with no regrets.
I mean my innocents was taken from me with out my control so this will be.
I turn around to be met with these bright blue eyes. He had a smirk on his face.
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Our foreheads went against each other as we slowed the dancing to take a breath.
I moved my hands up and down him and he did the same. He was saying something but I couldn't make it out since the music was taking over me.
I couldn't concentrate on anything else other then the music and his body.
I look back up in his eyes. They glowed in the dark they were so bright.
