To New Lifes {Grimsy}

[cameo]

"Nah, bro." I mutter to the one attempting to pick a fight with me. Yet another girl has wandered under my eye to get me in trouble. "You can have her." And with that I'm walking away with a bottle of whiskey in my left hand. Don't get me wrong, I love proving myself in a physical altercation. Just not for a prissy damsel like that one, she can go to her knight n' shining armor. With ease I decide to leave the party altogether. Knowing very well that I maintain anything I could possibly need. 

Instantly I light a joint, for a nice mixture with my liquor. Nothing like spending a quiet night alone...or with a cute girl, but I hadn't seen any in that gathering. Would much rather gaze at the stars solo then with an annoying chick. Serves me right for going to an upperclass hangout. How I hate my own house category. So to no surprise I don't head home. 

Through the alleyways I attempt to get through the buildings. Have to get to my special place in a patch of grass, where the stars shine the brightest. My eye stay trailed ahead of me, as I keep quite grace for being slightly intoxicated. But someone spots my vision before I can carry on any further. I reach closely a bit slower then before, concerned by the one I'm approaching. She looks so sad. 

"Hey." I find a need to talk to her for some reason, even taking a seat next to her. "Looks like you could use this." I offer her a grin and my bottle of liquor, after taking a swig of my own. Don't want her thinking I'm one of those creeps that drug people. "Don't tell me you just came from a horrible gathering to." Might as well joke rather then assume she wants to share something personal with a complete stranger. Plus perhaps a better night is all that she needs. "I'm Ava."

[grim]

My chest was burning, my eyes brimming with tears. That bitch had found away to break away my shield once again. She was really great at ripping beneath my skin, and plucking at the strings of my anger. Why did she make me so furious? I wanted to rip her to pieces. I wanted to feel her warm crimson blood, drip from my murderous fingers. I hated her, a daughters love can be broken. She was going on about how vial I was. How much of an insect I was. I polluted her perfect family, and she wanted me out. Well fine, I will get out. I wasn't going to crawl back there, she didn't deserve me. I couldn't pretend to be something that I wasn't. Why was that so hard to understand? 

I run, no destination in mind, but just my feet carrying me. Lunging me to where ever the hell they want. I wanted to disappear, I wanted to just be forgotten. I was a wrong answer that someone had tried to erase. I was a mistake, how could I be fixed? I know better than anyone, that I couldn't be fixed. I was the way I was meant to be. My feelings towards my same gender would never change. I had no one to cry to, no one to hold on to me while I bitch about my wench of a mother. The hell with this place!

I feel my legs starting to give out, they couldn't run any longer. I find a stone wall in the center of an ally, and I sink into it. I curl my knees to my chest, and I drop my head between them. Someone please help me. After a few moments of silence, of pure silence. I hear the scruff of a pair of sneaker. I glance up and see that they were worn, torn even. This girl stands staring at me. I return the favor, circling her eyes with mine. "Hey" she says. I look at her, neglecting to respond. "Looks like you could use this." she says again. I see the half drank bottle of whisky, and I quickly take it from her. I tipped my head back, and engulfing my tongue in this sour liquid. I loved the rush it gave me, but it burned like hell. I feel my face scrunch, and my lip quiver. "I'm Ava" she says. I look at her, she sits near me now. I don't bother with names, cause why would a useless name like mine matter? I was worthless, used. I want a rush, I want something to remember. Before another thought, I grab the back of her neck, and I press my lips into hers. I taste the venomous alcohol on her breathe, and I lust for it even more.

[cameo]

Not gonna lie~the bottle getting taken from my hand so swiftly me, catches me off guard a tad. 'Course I don't react in any way. I only raise my eyebrows questionably, and let her do her things. Might not be the best idea to take such a gulp, but who am I to judge? Least I get a better look at her delicate face, along with those stained cheeks from wiped away tears. Guess she needs that brutal sip. 

Can't help but chuckle when her face puckers from that sour taste. Feel better? I'm tempted to ask, but decide on waiting for her name instead. Plus her face doesn't seem to of taken any ease from that drink. Looks like the problem's deeper then what some alcohol can fix...or she's a mute, since she then decides to talk with her lips. 

Fingers curl around the back of my neck, and pull me into a luscious lip-lock. And to no doubt, I don't resist. How could I? That sweet, & salty flavor that makes this kiss all that more special. It shares so much more then what some words would, yet nothing at the same time. I have to pull away. As much as I do enjoy this new girl's company, it feels wrong knowing nothing about her; like why her eyes are red & sorrowful, or her reasoning to being out here alone. 

"Hey, at least tell me your name." I attempt to lighten the mood with a joke. "Gotta love kissing hot strangers, but you're too pretty for that." And to no surprise my flirts come rolling out as well. "Come on, lets get to the trees where we belong." I making a decision for the both of us without offering. Seems like she could use a distraction. I offer her a hand, while the bottle stays within my other. If I can't get her to leave, certainly the liquor will.