The Beginning of Nothing

Forget

Bodies crashing, tears spilling, and the strong scent of alcohol. 

All in the day's worth of me. 

Fighting through the crowd, I found myself all alone near the bar. I looked back expecting John to be right behind me, but he wasn't there. Neither was Clary, or Sebastian, or Dom. None of them were there. I was all alone. 

I  in realization. It was like a slap to my face. There was no one else with me. I flipped around, my hair covering my face, and ordered a drink. I didn't care anymore, and I wasn't going to care today. If I get wasted, then I get wasted. Because today, right now, it's about me. It's for me. All for me. Not for John, or Sebastian, or Clary, or Dom. This place was solely for me. And no one could stop me from healing myself. 

Forget. 

The barista gave me my drink. 

Forget, forget, forget. 

I chugged the drink down the throat and wheezed at the dryness dripping down my throat. 

They're not here. 

I had another drink, and chugged that one like the first. 

They don't care. 

Third,fourth,fifth. After the sixth drink, I slowly turned my head to view the "dancing". Sluggish bodiesslammed against each other. Lips found other lips, familiar or not. Drinks were shared.Photos were sent. And Most of All: No one cared. 

Without worry, I left the drink and made for the dance floor; the disco ball lighting the way. Following the beat of the incoherent techno music, I stumbled forward, only to find myself falling towards the floor. Bracing for impacting, I winced...only to feel an arm around my stomach. 

Retching some of the contents from my stomach, I struggled to keep it in long enough to thank the person in front of me. Covered in shade, the stranger stared at me with barely any worry. 

"Are you alright, miss?" he teased, his eyes glinting.

 "Fine..." I muttered. Ripping off my heels, I shoved them into the man's hands and ran to the dance floor. But I didn't stop once I got there, I kept running. Running from the man, Sebastian, John, Clary, and Dom. Running from my problems; my bills, broken heart, loneliness. 

I wanted all of it to go away, but drinking just reminded me of them more. And I wanted to forget. 

Forget. 

I found myself back at the bar and hid in a corner under the table. "Forget, forget, forget" I murmured to myself. I sat huddled on the floor and kept my eyes shut, gluing my hands to my head. "Forget them!" I ordered myself. Don't remember John's lies. Don't remember Clary's backlash. Don't remember what Sebastian did to you. And Dom. Don't remember Dom. Don't remember him at all. 

Sobbing in my corner, I dug my nails in my skin; angry that I'd let myself remember. And angry at myself for being so careless. So naive. People only want to use you. No one wants anything from you other than to help themselves. Don't give in, and don't trust anyone. 

With a sharp pierce in my hand, I stared agape to see a trickle of blood stalking down my hand. Blood. It looked...Beautiful. Dominating, knowing, and powerful. It knew what to do, and it would do it. 

Amazed at the sight, I didn't notice when someone called out to me. I didn't notice them taking steps towards me. But I did notice when they touched me. And I wouldn't let them. With my red-painted hand, I slapped the intruder in the face and stood up. 

"Don't. Touch. Me." I warbled, dizzy. I shouldn't have stood up soquickly. Trying to get away from the figure, I held onto the bar chairs and guided myself to the entrance, only to slip on my way out. But again, the figure caught me. 

"No!" I tried to scream, but my voice was muffled in my own throat. "Don't let them take me! Don't let them!" I kicked and tried to get a good hit on the figures, but I only seemed to slow down. "

Ghashesain?" one of the voices seemed to say. 

"Coosemissur, bumaiifen..."his voice started getting inaudible and I started crying. 

"Don't let them take me!" tears poured down my face. With one glance at the men, I saw them nod at my kidnapper and I started to move, only to feel dizzy. "No!" I cried. "Don't take me!" But the words never left my lips, because they were muffled by his hand. 

"Shh..." He whispered."Don't worry, miss...Just forget that this ever happened... Forget..." 

Forget.