Creatures Of The Night

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                          Creatures Of The Night 

I looked at myself in my bedroom mirror once again, making sure I looked perfect. I had my waist-length black, unruly, curly hair tied back in a high ponytail with a few strands dangling out, straddling my face. I applied a little bit of make-up to my face, which included a light amount of face foundation (so I could cover up my freckles that were scattered across my nose), eyeliner, mascara and lip-gloss. These things making my deep blue eyes stand out more. I put my hand on my hip; cocking it to the side as I checked out the dress I was wearing. It was a little below mid thigh and was nearly skin-tight. It showed off my curves in all the right places and was a deep blood-red colour. It was sleeveless and I had to tie the straps around my neck to up my boobs.  I had on a pair of black pumps so that it could make me seem a little taller than my tiny height. Putting my gold hoop earrings into my ears, I couldn’t help but notice the two bumps I had on my neck.

I had woken up on the lawn of a stranger’s house with them and no memory how I had got them. Every time I think back, all I see is a blank space as if it was wiped out of my mind. I re-adjusted my hair over my neck to cover them up before blowing myself a kiss in the mirror, grabbing my black clutch and climbing out of the window, landing onto the ground with a thump. I jogged across the lawn and down the street until I reached the end and stood there waiting for my ride.

There was a party going on tonight at a chick’s house called Tiffany. I didn’t know her but I was bribed to come by Jenna, as she really wanted to go but didn’t want to go solo. I crossed my arms as a rush of wind brushed past me, rising goose bumps along my arms. I looked up at the clear sky and examined it. The moon was at quarter cast and there were specks of stars scattered across the sky. It was always sunny at Blue Ridge so you could always see the stars. I cast a worried look around my surroundings; I was always paranoid about rapists and serial killers since the missing reports have popped up on television about teenage girls.

Wheels came squealing around the corner and stopped in front of me as a door was pushed open and I stepped in, buckling up my seat belt. I looked over at Jenna. “About fucking time, I was beginning to worry you were not going to show”, I told her as she sped off. She waved her perfectly pedicured hand at me. “I know, I know, I am sorry, I just got carried away chatting up that guy at the bottle shop drive through. Besides, I thought you were going to take a while sneaking out of your house”, she stated.  I stared ahead of the car, listening to the low blast of music humming through the speakers of some pop band that Jenna was into at the moment.

“Could you be a doll and fetch me that lip stick that is on the floor near your feet?”, she asked me. I reached down picking it up and gave it to her. She arranged her hands so now one hand was perched on the steering wheel and the other was applying lipstick. Her concentration was now on her lips in the mirror above her head. I turned my head and noticed a car heading in our direction. “Jenna, watch out!”, I screamed at her. With some squeals of tires we were back on our side of the road. I placed my hand on my chest to slow down the accelerating thumping of my heart. She laughed as she continued on her fast speed, not slowing down. “Jeez, babe, that was a close one”, she joked. I scoffed at that and looked over at her.

Her make-up was done up in a way that made her look like Cleopatra. Her green eyes were dark and unfocused as if she already had a bit too many drinks. She had caked on so much make up that you couldn’t see her dark freckles that were plastered all over her face.  She had on a light green shirt that was on so tight, it looked as if she would suffocate in any second. Her denim skirt was pulled up so it rested just below her bottom.  Any higher and she might as well just wear underwear. It made my clothes look like a nun’s robe. “Remind me to never ride with you again”, I replied back.