Unbreak
Bitchy Life
Kellie
With my red solo cup in my right hand and a bottle in the other, I walk over, wobbling to sit beside some random guy. He seemed to be good looking even though I couldn't even see his face except his dark ripped jeans and arms covered in tattoos.
A few teenagers walk out noisily, wobbling and intoxicated. Music booms from behind me with teens having fun, half of them already passed out... or dead. Not! I chuckle loudly because something sounded funny. I don't know what. The person sitting beside me gives me a glance before looking away.
I don't realize I might be sitting too close to him. He seems to be on some important call as he hangs up with an exasperated sigh. I don't even know this guy, hell he might even rape me or something but I don't care. Either way it seems worth to die a non-virgin.
Yeah, die.
Suddenly uncontrollable tears trickle down my cheek at the thought of dad. At home. Probably dead. I can't believe I abandoned my own father.
"I can't go back now." I blurt my thought out loud without realizing.
"What?" A deep baritone voice surprises me with a pair of a stunning blue eyes when everything starts to blur. I look away and gulp the whole liquid of the bottle in haste and smash it on the lawn as he jerks, almost as if contemplating to flee away from me. The glass shatters reminding me of at home. Chuckling again, I unintentionally lean on his stiff shoulder, staring into the cloudy night. I like his wrist chain. I find myself trailing my finger over it.
"Girl, you should just go home... or get grounded. You're drunk." I hear him say with a trace of annoyance. He doesn't say it in the matter of concern but me being a hindrance. I don't like him.
Grounded? Pshh!
"Nope," I slur, popping the 'p'. "Wooooooow. I don't get grounded. Nobody cares! Ugly, Virgin, goth. Eeeeew." I laugh again like a five year old. "You say that because you are naughty. Bad boy. You should go. Or get grounded. Well at least you do have somewhere to go..." Suddenly, I'm again sad and my head starts to hammer. I think I'm going to puke. He doesn't say anything.
"Life's never fair right? Do you hate life? Well I do. Life's a bitch. A fucking shitty unfair bitch.," I slur. A wave of heat rushes towards my head as I stand up on the grass, trying to keep my balance and scream, "FUCK YOU, LIFE! FUCK YOUUU!" I scream.
"Shut up! Are you fucking nuts? Shut Up!" He pulls me down. I like his voice. It's funny. "Now why the fuck are you laughing?"This time I get to see him more clearer and even in my dazed form, I'd never admit how much his heart achingly good looks affected me. His composed sharp jaw is clenched and that little silver ring on the lower lip catches my attention. He seemed familiar. Waay too familiar, but I can't exactly point my finger on it. I have totally lost my senses.
Some black splotches start to appear that blocks my sight.
My dad's dead. I don't know what next to do with my life.
And I don't even realize when everything goes mute and black.
With my red solo cup in my right hand and a bottle in the other, I walk over, wobbling to sit beside some random guy. He seemed to be good looking even though I couldn't even see his face except his dark ripped jeans and arms covered in tattoos.
A few teenagers walk out noisily, wobbling and intoxicated. Music booms from behind me with teens having fun, half of them already passed out... or dead. Not! I chuckle loudly because something sounded funny. I don't know what. The person sitting beside me gives me a glance before looking away.
I don't realize I might be sitting too close to him. He seems to be on some important call as he hangs up with an exasperated sigh. I don't even know this guy, hell he might even rape me or something but I don't care. Either way it seems worth to die a non-virgin.
Yeah, die.
Suddenly uncontrollable tears trickle down my cheek at the thought of dad. At home. Probably dead. I can't believe I abandoned my own father.
"I can't go back now." I blurt my thought out loud without realizing.
"What?" A deep baritone voice surprises me with a pair of a stunning blue eyes when everything starts to blur. I look away and gulp the whole liquid of the bottle in haste and smash it on the lawn as he jerks, almost as if contemplating to flee away from me. The glass shatters reminding me of at home. Chuckling again, I unintentionally lean on his stiff shoulder, staring into the cloudy night. I like his wrist chain. I find myself trailing my finger over it.
"Girl, you should just go home... or get grounded. You're drunk." I hear him say with a trace of annoyance. He doesn't say it in the matter of concern but me being a hindrance. I don't like him.
Grounded? Pshh!
"Nope," I slur, popping the 'p'. "Wooooooow. I don't get grounded. Nobody cares! Ugly, Virgin, goth. Eeeeew." I laugh again like a five year old. "You say that because you are naughty. Bad boy. You should go. Or get grounded. Well at least you do have somewhere to go..." Suddenly, I'm again sad and my head starts to hammer. I think I'm going to puke. He doesn't say anything.
"Life's never fair right? Do you hate life? Well I do. Life's a bitch. A fucking shitty unfair bitch.," I slur. A wave of heat rushes towards my head as I stand up on the grass, trying to keep my balance and scream, "FUCK YOU, LIFE! FUCK YOUUU!" I scream.
"Shut up! Are you fucking nuts? Shut Up!" He pulls me down. I like his voice. It's funny. "Now why the fuck are you laughing?"This time I get to see him more clearer and even in my dazed form, I'd never admit how much his heart achingly good looks affected me. His composed sharp jaw is clenched and that little silver ring on the lower lip catches my attention. He seemed familiar. Waay too familiar, but I can't exactly point my finger on it. I have totally lost my senses.
Some black splotches start to appear that blocks my sight.
My dad's dead. I don't know what next to do with my life.
And I don't even realize when everything goes mute and black.
Can u update soon I don't mean to seem rude but I just love this story
6/5/16