Seven Heroes

don't jump to conclusions. Try to figure out who's actually talking.

 

I remember being the most popular one in the room. The room was filled with all the guys and plenty of booze. I think it was the alcohol that made me the more popular. I sat patiently in the corner, waiting for my turn, my time to shine. I eyed up all the guys in the room hoping one of them would notice me. They had all been talking about me until then, so I just sat, longing to be held.

Finally, without a second thought, he grabbed me by the back of the neck. His thick fingers rubbed the back of my neck as if to warm me up to his intentions. He smelled of cheap beer and pretzels. Drunkenly he stood with me in his hands announcing to all his friends he was ready to score big. Don’t worry, he said, I’m an expert.

His grip grew tighter and he began to strum my stomach in beat with the music that filled the apartment. I could do nothing but lie in his arms and give him his moment of glory. I stared at the wall blankly, only shaken from my state when he occasionally jerked me upwards in inebriated excitement.

Everyone was watching now, cheering him on. Any wrong move and they were sure to point it out. His fingers moved faster and more skillfully with every beat. His hands were slowly getting moist, as the excitement of the moment grew more and more intense. His whole reputation of the evening was riding on this one event.

With one final pound on my stomach, his fingers gripping my neck tighter than ever before; he finished and threw his arms up in success. Beat that b*****s, he yelled. I hung around his neck, clinging close to him as if to hint that I wanted another round. I nestled into his full chest and knew that my night had been complete.

Before I had a chance to completely soak in his presence, his friend pulled me off of him and I was forced onto a new chest. A new set of hands fondled me now, and as the night went on, I was passed around. As the evening progressed, each man became more drunk and violent. They weren’t all gentle like my first guy; they became harsh and painfully intense. Even though I spent time with each of the seven men in that room, nothing felt better than when I was with my first player, being handled with care, attention and skill.

 When they all got to the point beyond consciousness, I was thrown back into my corner without a second thought. And so I sat, tired and overused, waiting for the next party where the boys would decide to use me again. 

Reviews

[Mia Fin]

Is it a guitar in Guitar Hero? lol.. AWESOME piece!! Great job!

[13.9]

I started out thinking the speaker was a girl, but I read over it twice and there was something just off about that. I'm starting to think the speaker's an inanimate object; I'm going to guess a guitar....

Anyways, I really liked this story. It was very cleverly done. I especially like the way you set it up and introduce the speaker (first paragraph).

[Disturbed mind]

i don't know if i'm right but it seems that the girl in the story is that "kind" of unpopular girl and just was asking for some atention...even that just for a few moment...poor girl...
Anyway...great story...i really feel myself inside of it...keep going...