It's another late night in one of the many night clubs in the city. I'm on my 4th rollie filled with the sweet and wonderful substance of marijuana and the 8th glass of my personal favourite: a Jungle Juice.
It's amazing and by far my favourite drink. It's so easy to make too that I can make it at home while I'm on the verge of passing out! But tonight it tasted especially nice.
As I'm dancing up on one of the tables, downing the rest of my drink, an upbeat yet smooth song blasts through the speakers. Everyone is dancing around the table I'm on and someone steps up to join me. A girl with medium length pink hair, plump red lips and curves you wouldn't believe. She begins dancing around me and eventually takes ahold of my body, pulling me close to hers. The mystery woman grinds up against me. She then seems hesitant when I don't immediately do something but I come around shortly. We dance in an offbeat motion, nearly falling off the table a few times and continuing to down more drinks. We even share a cigarette. Oh, how I'm loving tonight.
Then I see my loser of a brother in the cheering crowd of other drunken fuckups like myself. With the most disappointed look on his face, he walks up and I get down from the table.
"what do you want?" I said with a little bit of a slur. Philip scoffed, grabbing me by the wrist and pulling me towards the exit " Shut up, Dad wants you to come home for the night and talk to you about something" "if it's about my 'problems', I don't want to fucking hear it"
He sighed "If it was I wouldn't have bothered to be here dumbass. Dad wants to talk about the upcoming family gathering" Oh yeah, I forgot about that. As we head outside into the cold night, Philip lets go of my wrist, looking down at me with a pleading expression "Please just at least talk to dad. That's all we want at least, Erida" I haven't talked to our dad in weeks, the thought, truthfully, scared me but someone was pushing for me to say yes "Yeah okay, sure". Philip looked rather happy and relieved at my answer. I wasn't.
As he's leaving, he says thank you, a bunch of other things and bids goodbye to me.
"I don't want to be here anymore.."
I walked down the alley, away from the nightclub and saw a rather familiar scene. A man with a hood following an unexpected woman.
And I turned the other way, walking into a different alley. It felt so bad. I felt so bad. I felt so helpless, pathetic, anxious, with the feeling that I'm going to throw up. I hate this so much. I sat down on the ground and just- sobbed for a while. I really am a horrible person, I should have just warned the woman. I should have done something other than hit him!
"You alright there ma'am?" I looked up to where the voice was in not so much of a panic. There sat to my left, an oldish man with an unkempt beard, a beanie covering his head for warmth more than likely, and rags for clothes, covered under a dirty, hole-ridden blanket and newspapers.
"I'm not going to rob you don't worry, you already seem like you're not having a good night as it is" the man's words were reassuring but I'm still on a bit of edge. That's due to something else though. "Yea... I don't think you'll find anything anyways" "it's okay, me neither" it took a second for me to understand. Then I laughed and soon after he laughed. We were laughing together over a little joke and I felt rather okay that I hit rock bottom for a second. "I'm Erida" I stretched out my hand to greet him properly and he shook it smiling at me " I'm Joshua, it's nice to meet you, Erida
Joshua and I ended up talking for a while. He's quite an interesting guy. He use to work in a rather expensive hotel as a receptionist until the place went bankrupt and his wife left with his kids because he couldn't provide for them anymore and started having his own alcohol problem. He gave me some wise words of advice and hopes that I get 'my train tracks in order'. I said thanks, gave him the surprisingly spare change I found in my bra and said goodnight. I hope the interaction with my Father is just as good as that one
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Not So Hero
FantasyOne day a being came to earth. It spent 13 years there, spawning its children one by one. A child was born on the 12th of each month all a year apart for 12 years. 6 children came from women and the other 6 came from the Being. All those children we...
