BlankA Story by AlexShe was high, it was obvious. She huddled in the corner of the party on the oversized stained sofa, laughing into her cup with her two friends. It made me angry that she gets herself in this state all the time, I briefly wondered why she does it, what drives her to the dead end. ~~ "Excuse me..." "Uh, sorry" I replied, and moved away from the drinks table, quite gladly as I'm not sure why I put myself here, it stank of black rum and desperation. She silently giggled and licked her lips. "S'alright, It may be a good idea to hang around here huh, not the best night I've had". I smiled but I needed to know more, I needed her right now. ~~ "What's the best night you've had?" She widened her eyes, her smile revealing a sense of excitement. "Hmmm, that's a hard one.." but the answer is instant and simultaneous, as if it wasn't hard at all, "go on, I'm intrigued." "By me?" "Perhaps..." "I don't want to name names," "then don't." "Ok, I had been talking to..." She looked up, and touched her neck, "blank." She waited for my approval and raised her eyebrows, impatient and eager. "blank" I agreed, and grinned an honest grin. ~~ "For months and months and I.. I fell in love with blank" she waited. "And I met blank and we drank red wine and touched each other until the feel of him got into my veins..." She looked at me to confirm I was still listening and it made me feel slightly sick, like other people have not paid her attention and she's somewhat conscious of it. "Please" "Ok..." She said and carried on, slightly slower but that may have been due to the drugs in her system. "And that was the best night" she stated, staring into blank space. "That's it?" She mocked horror, "it was great, you know..." "Blank" I called myself, feeling witty and over-confident. she laughed freely and stumbled slightly, signs of her persistent high. "you know... blank" she smiles at me again, "sometimes it doesn't matter what you're doing, its who you're with, how they make you feel..." ~~ She paused and shook her head, too violently for sober matter. "Never mind, it was nice to meet you blank, or blank 2 I guess." Her smile returned, but only slightly, "my friends are waiting." She returned to pouring drinks into three cups, 2 beers and 1 a triple whiskey, I sighed. © 2015 AlexAuthor's Note
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Added on November 29, 2014Last Updated on January 4, 2015 AuthorAlexBristol, United KingdomAboutif you've remembered to still check this page in a search for a small piece of me, reach out. more..Writing
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