I don't usually go on nights out. Actually I don't usually go out, full stop. I don't want to go out but my "friends" want me to. They're my old school "friends" and the "friends" who tell me I'm crazy and belong in a mental hospital. But sadly they're the only "friends" I have, well real life ones at least. I'm not talking about imaginary friends, although I do have a couple of those, I'm talking about Internet, tumblr and most importantly YouTube friends. They're the friends I actually like. The friends who don't know me as "cry baby". "Cry Baby" is a horrid nickname I picked up at the beginning of secondary school. I think I'll leave it to you to figure out why I was called that.
Anyway back to the story at hand. I was sitting on the tube with my back of clothes that probably every person on this tram would call me crazy for wearing. There's that word I hear associated with me so often, C-R-A-Z-Y. Definition of crazy - 1. Mad, especially as manifested in wild or aggressive behaviour. 2. Extremely Enthusiastic about someone/something. I suppose I see where they're coming from. I am a wild time ;). Can I tell you a secret? I'm not alarmed. So what if I'm crazy? All the best people are.
When I arrived at Jessica's house they were all almost ready. Good thing I did my "crazy" makeup before I came. Yes yet again my fashion sense is as you guessed it, crazy. Just because I dress to suit my personality and not to impress anyone else or what's "in" at the moment doesn't make it fucking crazy. It makes me different. Which is always good in my books.
"Hey Cry, you can get changed now the bathroom is free" Ari yelled at me over Jessica's loud speakers playing what I think was Toxic by Britney Spears. I find that song extremely funny and sexual, especially the line at the beginning "baby can't you see". I could never make it sound good. I stalked off to the bathroom to get changed into a blue skirt with a couple of light pink patches sown onto it (by me) and a light pink, lacey, bra type of thing. On my feet I had a pair of light pink platform shoes that are, for most people, hard to walk in but I wear them so often they're like normal shoes. My "friends" don't question my fashion sense anymore. They've gotten used to it I suppose. So when I walked back into Jessica's bedroom no one took a second glance at me. I could tell they didn't like it but I don't really care. As I said its what suits my personality not theirs.
We got a taxi to the club which in my opinion is crap. It blares shit music. Is way too small for the amount of people who go to it. Has extremely rude bartenders. The people who go to it are sleazy as fuck. You don't even want to use the bathroom in there for reasons that I am too uncomfortable with to explain. But that's just my opinion. I walked in behind my "friends" not expecting them to stay with me for more than 5 minutes. Once that 5 minutes were up and they began to abandon me as usual I decided to go to the bar and get a drink. Or maybe someone else would buy me one, doubt it.
I ordered a shot and downed it. Considering I was a serious light weight I was already very tipsy. I got another and downed it. Now I was drunk and drunk me made bad decisions. The first bad decision was to go to the dance floor. The next bad decision was to dance. The next one was to dance with a guy. The next one was to allow him to get me two more drinks. I was at this point off my rocker. I would do anything anyone wanted me to do. And that's what I did.
To be fair this guy, who I think was named Dan but I could be wrong, was very drunk too but no where near as bad as me. He had some common sense left, I had none. The only word that would barely fit out of my mouth was "no". He mustn't have heard it or didn't care but either way he didn't stop. He brought me to his flat, up loads of stairs, into his room and did you know what but I didn't want to. I am disgusted to say it but he raped me.
I woke up in the early hours of the morning. I think it was 5am. I quietly looked for my clothes and put them on. I needed to get sick. I quickly snuck out of this Dan guys room just in case he was abusive too. I ran around the flat looking for a toilet. After opening the door to a living room and an office, I found a toilet. I vomited all the alcohol out of my system and felt better for second until the sick feeling returned when I remembered what had happened. I sat in the corner of the room hugging myself and rocking back and forth bawling my eyes out as quietly as humanly possible. I hoped to god that Dan wouldn't come in. I got what i hoped for, Dan didn't come in. Someone else did.
It was a man who with tears in my eyes and in the dark looked vaguely the same height as Dan, the same build as Dan and had similar hair to Dan. In the heat of the moment in my mind it was Dan so I backed even more into the corner if possible. "Leave me alone, please" I squeaked up at him with tears still pouring down my pale skin. "What happened, love?" the man who I thought was Dan asked me. "What kind of fucking question is that?" I screamed at him "you just fucking raped me!". I wasn't squeaking anymore, I was very annoying but I was still scared out of my mind of the guy so I stayed firmly in the corner. "Um.. No I didn't. I don't even know who you are. But I'm so sorry about what happened to you" he said soothingly. "Well then how do I know who you are?" I screamed at him again. "Phil, who the fuck is screaming? I've got a headache as it is" someone else said. Wait what? who's Phil? Thats when I realised that I was speaking with Phil the whole time. And if I was speaking to Phil the whole time, the person who just walked in must be... Dan.
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Cry Baby // AmazingPhil/Danisnotonfire & Melanie Martinez
FanfictionI was crazy. I was at a club. I drank too much. I danced with a Guy. He took it too far. That is when I met You. You fixed me.
