Cranberry Silver was just your normal New Yorker, anxiously watching as her 28th birthday approached and she officially entered the stage of late twenties.
So far her life had been pretty average, with a average apartment and average job. Of cours...
"No, it cant be. Please just a little while longer".
"Sorry kiddo, its officially 1:42am".
"Come on. You can do it, we believe in you".
"Ergg fine. Hello my name's Cranberry Silver and I'm officially in my late twenties!".
And I thought standing on a bar stood in the lower east side screaming that out to a room of drunks was going to be my highlight of the night. Well fuck me I was wrong, but I should probably start from the beginning.
1,460 weeks or 335 months. Either way, today I was officially turning 28 and entering the dark and terrifying life stage of my late twenties, where questions such as why aren't you married yet? Don't you want a career? Shouldn't you be thinking of babies? would become a daily occurrence. Oh 28, what a God awful number you are.
In order to celebrate this happy occasion, my two nearest and dearest friends had planned a night out in the city. Ladies and gentlemen, I introduce you to crazy and crazier, or formally referred to as Gwen and Sally.
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"Let's gooooo slut crutches" Gwen announced with her wildly blonde hair and thick Australian accent.
"Slut crutches?" I laughed as we got out of the uber.
"Yeah, you sluts hold me up".
"Yeah to be queen of the... sluts" Sally smiled at me.
"Right, can we just stop with the slut calling. I need to drink my pain away, not hook up with guys and you both promised" I warned them as we walked into our first bar of the night.
"Right yep, no leaving you and we are under no circumstances utter the number... twen-"
"We know the number. Now come on, moma needs tequilaaaaa".
Fast forward to three hours later we are in our second dive bar of the night and countless shots in as I stood on the barstool and screamed out to everyone. Another quick fast forward to 3am, I am officially the most intoxicated I had ever been, even including college, so I'd ended up leaving Gwen and Sally at the bar with two guys and heading out to grab a cab home.
As expected with my luck, I couldn't find one cab so i ended up walking in the general direction of my flat whilst also keeping an eye out for a cab. After about 10 minutes of drunken stumble, I could sense someone following me. A quick look behind confirmed a three guys calling out behind me. With a slight panic building up inside of as I began to imagine a number of terrifying outcomes, I picked up my pace and took a few extra turns.
After putting slightly more distance me and the men, I quickly darted down a side road to hide behind some large garage cans. Silently, I could hear the approaching again and held my breath as they carried on down the street. When I was sure they had long gone, I let out a sigh of relief and stood up from my hiding spot.
"Happy birthday to me" I grumbled as I moved from the garage cans and wiped the rotten smelling unidentified dark sludge of my hands.
As I was a out to walk back onto the street, I heard an extremely large crashing noise from behind me. Quickly, I stepped back, just slipped on some overflown rubbish and fell back onto my back.
"Fuck" I cursed and gently touched the back of my head.
More crashing and trashing noises were coming from further down the street, but it was too dark for me to make out what was causing it. Struggling, I quickly tried to pull myself back up, but felt an overwhelming dizziness in my head.
"Hello?" I groggy and husky voice called out.
Again, I held my breath and tried to shuffle back on my bum. Praying whoever it was would not notice me. I figured it was probably a drunk or a homeless guy, neither of which I wanted to dump into.
"Fucking cunt" the voice groaned again, but this time a little louder as he moved further down the side road.
"Please, I dont want any trouble. I was just trying to hide from some guys" I begged, still unable to see who the stranger was.
Finally, I could make him out. A statue of a man at well over 6ft. The closer he came, I noticed the weird way he was dressed and guessed he was one of the costume guys from Time Square.
"Where am I?" He hissed as he towered over me.
"East side, between 38 and 39" I stuttered and tried to get off the ground again.
"East? How far am I from Kings Landing?"
"Kings Landing?"
"Answer me!" He roared.
Quickly, I found the courage to pull myself up off the floor, stumbling slightly as I got to my feet. "I don't know, is it a club?"
The man only glared at me, but then slowly his eyes glided down my body. "You some whore or something? You belong to a house?"
"Whore? Fuck you!" I snapped, but instantly regretted it as he grabbed onto my shoulders and slammed me up against the brick wall.
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Again he didn't say a word as his eyes travelled down my body. Full on panic mode quickly started and I had two choices, fight or wait for whatever this weirdo was going to do to me. I chose fight. Quickly, I slammed my knee up to his groan with all the gusto I could manage. Instantly, his grip of me released and I took my opportunity to run.
"Fuck youuuuu" I yelled as I darted out of the dark side road and back onto the main street.
