Twilight Blood One Shot - Trent

Trent Saves Me

I felt uncomfortable.

The loud chatter, the bright lights, the pulsing music was too much to process. This is precisely the reason why I never came to clubs.

Looking around me, I saw that everyone was having fun, everyone but me. I felt like I didn't belong here. I just don't fit in as well as the others.

As I awkwardly sat at the edge of the bar, my friend, Ana, was dancing in the crowd. Ana was the one who convinced me to go out for once, since I spent most nights alone at my apartment wasting away on junk food. She was the polar opposite of me--she knew how to tamper with her appearance and found it easy to talk with other people--it came naturally to her. I was always at lost for how she managed to survive in this world.

She had already taken up conversation with a gorgeous man, way too gorgeous for me. I felt slightly jealous as I saw that he placed his large hand on her slim hip, pulling her closer to his body. They giggled with each other, seemingly hitting it off so quickly.

I curled my lip and turned my head toward my blueberry margarita, feeling small and insignificant among the hundreds of people obnoxiously having a good time all around me. I wanted to just go home, to get away from this place I had no business being in.

I took out my phone and sent Ana a quick message, telling her I was going to Uber home because of an upset stomach. An obvious lie, but I was hoping she would pick up on it and understand my discomfort. I turned my head around to her direction again, she gave me a weak smile and a nod of approval. She knows me, she knows that this is too much for me to handle.

I left a tip for the bartender as I grabbed my things and walked outside. It was dark and musky. The streets were completely barren, the only signs of vivacity being from the street lamps that neatly lined up along the roads.

For some reason, my phone lost connection as I stood in front of the club. I sighed in frustration, feeling too impatient to wait for the application to load. I calculated the distance from the club to my apartment. I figured that it was short enough to walk. Although, I felt an uneasiness in my gut against walking down the streets at night, my womanly experiences told me that any fucked up shit can happen in the darkness. I pushed the anxious feelings aside and bargained that if I walked fast enough, I'd be safe.

My dumb ass was proved wrong only 3 blocks in. I noticed a group of men sitting in the front of an apartment complex. I tried to remain calm and rational.

Nothing is going to happen, just keep walking, nothing is going to happen, just keep walking...I repeated over and over in my head as I approached where they were seated. The laughter and playful conversations died down as they all turned and noticed that I was walking toward them. My body tensed, my chest caved in and I felt like I couldn't breathe.

"Oh shit" I said under my breathe. Before I got to close to them, I tried to cross the street to get to the other sidewalk. But just as I turned my body, cars came rushing past, leaving me immobile and waiting awkwardly for an opening to cross. I kept my back faced toward the group of men.

Shivers traveled up my arms as I sensed them approaching me. A few of them made comments about my appearance and asked me if I was free tonight. I didn't respond and continued to wait for the red light. When the last car drove pass, I made my move to cross, but one of them grabbed my wrists and yanked me back, angrily questioning me again. I screamed and I tried to throw a punch at the one grabbing me. This is very bad.

Suddenly, the hand disappeared from my wrist. The adrenaline coursing through my body left me disoriented. I tried to take in the scene in front of me, but I felt disconnected from my body. This can't be real. I fell to the pavement and brought my knees to my chest. I hugged my ears and tightly shut my eyes as sounds of punches, kicks, and yells surrounded me. What the fuck is going on.