Knock it Down

Boy did I feel good, though. Wow. Everything was blurry and happy and I think I might have saw some pixies. I think I danced… which doesn’t make sense, as I don’t even really know how to dance. Wow, I’m glad no one I knew could have possibly been there. Not only would they be discussing my awful pink hair at my funeral, but my horrible dancing skills.

I vaguely remember someone watching me… but I think I was just too drunk to notice or care.

Before I go on, I guess I should explain something first. I mentioned before that I never really partied and I’m a go-with-the-flow kinda gal… well, going with all that… I never really dated much, either. There was this one kid in highschool, I guess. It was kinda awkward and like kissing a fish. Then there was this guy in college who was really artistic and creative… but he was also a really, really big asshole. Other than that, I keep to myself. Prior to losing my job, I’ve always been career-driven.

So when I was approached in my inebriated state, I’m not really surprised at my reaction. I guess I should have noticed something was ‘off’, but I was really gone… and he had a weird aura about him. I can’t explain it. Even though he was nowhere near my type, as soon as he approached, I felt this weird swoon overcome me.

I don’t even remember what he said to get me to follow him. It wouldn’t have taken much. I can’t remember everything, but that swoon… I can’t forget that. It was just unnatural. As we left the noisy club, I felt someone watching me again. At least I can die knowing I drew some eyes. That’s always a good ego-booster, even to the nearly dead!

Of course, by the time I realized something was up, it was too late. The creepy guy led me to the alley and there was someone waiting. I think it was a woman, but it was unlike any female I’ve ever seen before. In fact, he wasn’t exactly ‘Mr. Normal’, himself.

Everything is blurred to the point where I remember nothing but sensations. I sobered up pretty quickly, but I was paralyzed by fear. I had no idea what was going to happen. Maybe they were psycho serial killers! My initial thought was, ‘Oh my God! I’m going to end up cut into little pieces and mailed to my parents and they’re going to see my awful, awful hair!‘

Whatever happened next… was quick and painful. I mean, quick as in it probably only took a minute… but in my mind, it seemed like an eternity. A wave of frigid air overcame me and I collapsed. I couldn’t see, but I knew I was alone. Whatever the two had done was over with and now I was dying. The ground was gross and cold, but when you’re dying, that’s not really something you’re all that concerned about.

And so here I am, lying in an alleyway, thinking my final thoughts. My head feels heavy and I can’t really feel my legs. My vision returns a little, enough for me to see my boots, before my eyes force themselves shut and I feel the darkness overcome me.

I hope they have shoe polish in the after-life, because those jerks scatched my favorite boots!