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®Johanna's Clair®
Crap...
Mother of all eternity please come down and take my soul. But I'll be dead right? Okay, let us not talk about those stuffs; it's scary to even think of dying.
But damn, why on earth did I ever decide to go and be in this awful place right at this very moment? My friend dragged me here and she said that it is one of those unique clubs that filled with decent people. Yeah right!
Okay, let me introduce myself. I am Johanna Clair, a nurse by profession but a traveler by heart. I have to make this introduction quite unique so not to bore you with my very sad introduction: I am as you can say a hopeless romantic, old fashion wannabe with petals and roses; like Romeo and Juliet or the notebooks or those Nicolas Sparks stories or whatever those romantic novels say.
Don't be fooled but yes, as of matter of fact and as sad as I have to say this, I have never ever and I say ever been kissed nor had a romantic thing to a guy. Yes, I have male friends and a few... scratch that a lot of crushes but never a boyfriend-girlfriend kind of relationship.
In my teenage years, I was so insecure with acne, braces and those huge glasses. In school, we are all friends but when you turn your back, people will judge you and I can never let go of that feeling of not fitting in. It's hard since you get to be compared and people make fun at you and act as if they didn't talked shit about your appearance.
And I made it my goal to be better not bitter and work my ass off to be who I am today. Getting my license in nursing, I then focused working and saving money for my future rather than spending it to materials I know won't stay long.
Anyways, after 24 years of living in this cruel world and getting to where I am now, I never met that one guy I want to spend the rest of my life with. You know those signs: that spark or that slow motion or that love at first sight? I believe in those when I was young and that is also why I never had a relationship because I can only view my friends as friends but somehow at this stage of my life, I think I am just fooling myself with my fantasies.
Or maybe I will never ever have a man that will be my knight in shining armor and make me his princess, his queen forever.
Now let me proceed, after that depressing reality, I LOVE chocolates; those dark brown gooey yummy treats that make your mouth water, that is a heaven made by angels themselves. I also love to take photographs. What is the use of your memory if you can always forget those memorable moments, and that people is why camera and photos are made?
Did I say that I am a nurse? Yes, yes I am. For a petite 5'4" girl (woman) like me, that strenuous job people think I cannot handle is such a piece of cake, not to be cocky or so. I love above my love of chocolates, helping others. If I have money without working my ass off, I would gladly spend my time with those poor children and the aged. But because I don't have that luxury, I took the other route and help them as a nurse.
But being a nurse is not all about helping them but also giving yourself holistically to them. And plus the pay was good plus the bonuses when you did your work above the hospital's standards.
And of course I have also said that I am a traveler by heart, yes I am too. I just want to see the world but you know, sometimes the reason why people travel is because they want to search what their purpose in life is and honestly, I found mine...half of it.
Anyways, that's all about me. I am a 24 years old woman, a nurse and a hopeless romantic.
So back to that money problem, well, the thing is I need money like A S A P. Although my job paid me a good amount of pound (quick guess I am living in the UK whoopy doo) I seriously need at least 5000 GBP right now and you want to know why, it's because ladies and gentlemen I have officially screwed big time. I ordered a drink and not just an ordinary drink, sex on the beach, the best of the best.
Funny name for a drink but that is what fooled me and that is also the reason why I, Johanna Clair, ordered it in the first place. Like come on, who would even name a drink as vulgar as it sounds. But boy oh boy it was like heaven, screw chocolates; I haven't tried once so when I did, I cannot stop. So I ordered dozen of those without looking at its price tag and this is when I start cursing my self.
The only day that I give to myself after 2 years of non-stop working did I ever made the most stupid move ever. Like when will luck be ever at my side?
Although this night is not really that bad; I had fun after all and going clubbing really did took my build up stress of 2 years away. The music was really in my liking and the vibe in this club is good, you can feel that people are decent but wild at some point. Plus, that drink is as good as heaven so I am not regretting it a bit.
I practically wasted my one month of hard work for a piece of drink. I could make a run for it since the bartender, handsome as hell may I add is busy making drinks for the other costumers and although it was a strong one, I am not that drunk. But my better judgment said no, so I may have to pay this crap.
Finally, the bartender came to me with that oh so sweet smile asking me for more but I rejected and asked for the bill, I don't want to add more pain to my already crying wallet.
When I was about to take out my wallet, he stopped me and said "Don't worry, it was already paid" but I was to shocked that I literally fell off my stool. "What? I haven't even paid you yet."
He laughed; stop laughing you dimwit, "it was paid by someone, beautiful. Someone may have a crush on you."
"Oh no please, you are so hilarious. Just give me my bill so I can go home." But he just winked at me and gave me something that looks like a card.
I flipped it and was shocked by what was at the back. Written by a very skillful hand stated:
A beautiful face does not deserve a pretty frown. You may not know me but I am happy to lift your problem. You are welcome btw.
N.P.
And with that the message ended. NP? Who is NP?
I called for the bartender but he was acting as if I am not there. I've had enough so I went straight to the dancing floor and look for a blonde haired girl. I really want to get some rest.
I finally found my best friend who was at the moment shoving herself as if life never mattered. As I pulled her out off the guy she looked at me pissed but as soon as she saw it was me, her face soften, "ready to go home?"
"No, you can stay though but I think I can call it a night. And girl, I approve of that guy, he is matter of fact looking like he is a model came out from the fashion show." I simply cannot ruin this night for her and I think she is having fun. Compared to her, she had it easy all her life but sometimes, that girl needs her moments and I want her to have it.
Deciding that I will let her have her night, I hugged her and waved her complaints but not before reminding her to be safe and if anything happens I will kill her. I'm a big girl; I can go home by myself.
Since sitting at the stool at the bar, I had this urged to walk home and it just felt right. I know it will clear up my mind about this day. Thank God the streets are well lit and people are still strolling around; nothing will happen; I am sure of it.
Just a couple more blocks away, I felt someone was following me but when I looked back, no one was there.
Hoping that it was just my imaginations, I fastened my pace more like running. When someone suddenly grabbed my arm and forced me to stumble back. I yanked my arm and tried to break free when I felt a stinging sensation at my left cheeks.
It angered me so much! Who in their right mind hit a woman? Is chivalry really dead at this generation? I was so fed up with all the drama and stress for one day, I was about to hit where it hurts the most when a light suddenly appeared at the background.
A man came rushing out of the vehicle and pointed a shiny object at me. Oh no, he was pointing it straight at my assailant. Wait, is that what I think it is? A FUCKING GUN!
"Release her" he demanded. I couldn't see his face but something tells me that he won't kill me, like I can trust this guy. I felt the man behind me trembles before pushing me, and falling at the hard concrete. I felt pain in my arm and I know that tomorrow morning, I'll be seeing a huge bruised right there.
I looked at my assailant and noticed that all the color in his faced vanished. When I turned my back and faced the man who helped me, he was still pointing the gun at the guy. Putting all my efforts, I tried (key word "tried") to get up.
"Thank you but could you please lower your gun. He means no harm now. Right?" I faced my assailant and heard a faint yes. "You should go now. Once I found out that you are still harming innocent people, I would gladly take your life by myself." with a smile and that sarcastic tone, I didn't know that that guy would take my fake acting for real but he did. I stopped myself from laughing when he tripped a lot of times getting away from me. One problem down, one more to go.
Brushing my locks away from my eyes and preventing tears to come down, I turned to my savior when I unexpectedly felt light weighted and then was greeted with darkness.
This night will be included to the book of worst day ever. Period!
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