4 new messages. The music thudded as she stumbled through the mass of bodies. They moved and pressed against each other. It was almost tribal, ritualistic. Her Blackberry clutched in her hand lit up. 5 new messages. She pushed back the hair that, full of sweat, clung to her face and push past a girl being groped. 6 new messages. She pushed ignore. Who cares if they were looking for her, they didn't seem to care too much when... 7 new messages. Where are you? I'm so sorry. Pls reply! She replied: Leave me alone bitch. She reached the make shift bar that was stacked high with bottles and cans. She grabbed a half full bottle of vodka and took a swig. A boy motioned to her from a group. Shots? He mouthed pointing at a shot glass and then at his group. She smiled a coy smile and nodded. 8 new messages. She moved closer to the boy, who flicked his brown hair to the side and grinned at her. She held up two fingers at him and gave him a questioning look, he nodded and visibly chuckled. Her throat burned from the two shots in secession. More vodka, more shots, more flirtatious looks, more loud music, more gyrating hips, 17 new messages. She laughed and deleted them all. The boy held her hair back as she threw up on the ground away from the party.
"I'm sorry," she croaked, wiping her face and sitting up. "What was your name?"
"Logan, it's okay I haven't told you before." he said with a small laugh and a grin. "What's all this about then?"
"What do you mean?" her heart skipped a beat.
"Get this drunk all the time then?" he laughed, "And delete all your texts without reading them?"
"Oh... that..." she paused and pulled out her phone, 9 new messages. "Huh, well, it's a long story. How did you know I wasn't reading them?" He smiled and said,
"Well you asked me to delete them a few times. Oh and they've called at least a dozen times. Someone really wants to find you."
"Well they can't and they won't. I want to go home."
"Hm," he looked at his watch, "I should get home as well, I'll walk you if you'd like?"
"Um, thanks I live on Main Street." They walked away from the people and the music and the smell of alcohol, cigarettes and pot. She stumbled and he held her up, almost carried her all the way home. This stranger, a random kind stranger. It was just what she needed. Her phone buzzed and rang and filled with messages. He said nothing more about the phone and once they reached her house she sat on the gutter and cracked open the back of her phone. With Logan's aid she pried the SIM card out and threw it into the bin on the foot path. Before she could thank him he pulled her to her feet and grabbed her hand.
"Wha...?" she then realised he was writing on her palm.
"If you ever need to talk, or not talk about what's going on." He looked down at her with piercing green eyes, still holding her hand.
"I'm glad I met you." He then grinned, said goodnight and wandered around the corner. She held her breath for a moment then started up the path to the door. She fumbled with her keys but before she could put the key in the lock the door swung open and there was her mother in her pink nightie.
"Oh thank God!" her mother exclaimed as she hugged her tight, "Steven and Lily have both called a dozen times looking for you and you weren't answering your phone!"
"Mum, Steven and I broke up and I'm never talking to Lily again. I was at the party I said I was going to, I didn't hear my phone and a friend walked me home. I'm fine, I just need some sleep."
"Okay..." Her mum said slowly, with a strong hint of motherly concern. She stepped around her mother and moved towards her room.
"I'm fine! Goodnight!" she called without looking back. After kicking off her shoes and slipping out of her dress she heard her parents’ bedroom door close. She sighed and sunk into her bed, wrapping the duvet around her. Tears filled her eyes for the first time that night. Being alone was the worst. Thoughts and emotions bombarded her until she felt an empty shell. If you ever need to talk, or not talk… But she had thrown out her SIM. Shit. Wait, she remembered buying one she hadn't ever used for some reason or another. She slipped out of her cosy bed and rummaged in her desk draw. A ha! She quickly shoved it into the back of her discarded phone and punched in the number on the inside of her hand.
"...'lo?" came a groggy voice on the other end.
"Logan?" her voice shook as she held back tears.
"Yeah... oh you." he cleared his throat, "You okay?"
"No, but," she choked, "I don't know where to start."
"Well perhaps, my dear Amelia, do as the King in Alice's Adventures in Wonderland said." he paused, "'Begin at the beginning and go on till you come to the end: then stop.'"
"I'm sorry," she croaked, wiping her face and sitting up. "What was your name?"
"Logan, it's okay I haven't told you before." he said with a small laugh and a grin. "What's all this about then?"
"What do you mean?" her heart skipped a beat.
"Get this drunk all the time then?" he laughed, "And delete all your texts without reading them?"
"Oh... that..." she paused and pulled out her phone, 9 new messages. "Huh, well, it's a long story. How did you know I wasn't reading them?" He smiled and said,
"Well you asked me to delete them a few times. Oh and they've called at least a dozen times. Someone really wants to find you."
"Well they can't and they won't. I want to go home."
"Hm," he looked at his watch, "I should get home as well, I'll walk you if you'd like?"
"Um, thanks I live on Main Street." They walked away from the people and the music and the smell of alcohol, cigarettes and pot. She stumbled and he held her up, almost carried her all the way home. This stranger, a random kind stranger. It was just what she needed. Her phone buzzed and rang and filled with messages. He said nothing more about the phone and once they reached her house she sat on the gutter and cracked open the back of her phone. With Logan's aid she pried the SIM card out and threw it into the bin on the foot path. Before she could thank him he pulled her to her feet and grabbed her hand.
"Wha...?" she then realised he was writing on her palm.
"If you ever need to talk, or not talk about what's going on." He looked down at her with piercing green eyes, still holding her hand.
"I'm glad I met you." He then grinned, said goodnight and wandered around the corner. She held her breath for a moment then started up the path to the door. She fumbled with her keys but before she could put the key in the lock the door swung open and there was her mother in her pink nightie.
"Oh thank God!" her mother exclaimed as she hugged her tight, "Steven and Lily have both called a dozen times looking for you and you weren't answering your phone!"
"Mum, Steven and I broke up and I'm never talking to Lily again. I was at the party I said I was going to, I didn't hear my phone and a friend walked me home. I'm fine, I just need some sleep."
"Okay..." Her mum said slowly, with a strong hint of motherly concern. She stepped around her mother and moved towards her room.
"I'm fine! Goodnight!" she called without looking back. After kicking off her shoes and slipping out of her dress she heard her parents’ bedroom door close. She sighed and sunk into her bed, wrapping the duvet around her. Tears filled her eyes for the first time that night. Being alone was the worst. Thoughts and emotions bombarded her until she felt an empty shell. If you ever need to talk, or not talk… But she had thrown out her SIM. Shit. Wait, she remembered buying one she hadn't ever used for some reason or another. She slipped out of her cosy bed and rummaged in her desk draw. A ha! She quickly shoved it into the back of her discarded phone and punched in the number on the inside of her hand.
"...'lo?" came a groggy voice on the other end.
"Logan?" her voice shook as she held back tears.
"Yeah... oh you." he cleared his throat, "You okay?"
"No, but," she choked, "I don't know where to start."
"Well perhaps, my dear Amelia, do as the King in Alice's Adventures in Wonderland said." he paused, "'Begin at the beginning and go on till you come to the end: then stop.'"
3 comments:
Did you write this?
I like it ^^
Very much like what I tend to write sometimes. :)
And I love the Alice reference ending. :)
i'm addicted, pleassee continue!
yes i wrote it :)
Alice is my favourite favourite favourite book <3
Do you mean continue this story? Or write another like it? Because it was going to be a one off but it can continue if you really want? :)
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