Fiction
October 22nd, 2015, 09:05 AM
Well last night was fucking awful.
First of all I was with a close friend of mine when he had bad news from his girlfriend. He said he wanted to be alone and left, and I let him. Stupid thing to do. He has a history of hurting himself like a lot of us do.
About an hour later I get a message saying "Thanks for everything" and "bye". Transpires he's taken an overdose so I call an ambulance.
So me being me I decide to get very very drunk, end up talking to this guy whose a friend of a friend. Obviously I was drunk and so i'd told him what was going on, well I mean he saw me burst out crying when I was told my friend had taken an overdose.
Part way through this conversation the guy starts kissing me fairly forcefully and I tell him i'm not interested basically. Then he starts telling me i'm fucked up and he likes fucked up people because they're selfish. He tries to get me to go home with him, so I deflect to another pub, near mine. That pub closes and I say to him i'm going home, but he's very insistent and keeps just kissing me. Violently though, not nicely. Extremely violently. By this point I can barely walk and next thing I know we're heading to his. My friend starts ringing me and i'm like oh I have to go but he's even more insistent. This carried on for 3 hours, before my friend insists on talking to the guy on the phone. Fuck knows what happened next but he hands the phone back to me, shouts at me in the face telling me i'm stupid he was just trying to get me home safe (then why couldn't I go back to mine when I was so close?!).
Then that was me, alone in the middle of London with no idea where I was. Then I realise i'm by my friends and try knocking on their door. I's about 1am now so there's no answer. Then my phone runs out of charge.
Fuck knows how I got home safe but I did, thank god.
One of those nights I suppose.
First of all I was with a close friend of mine when he had bad news from his girlfriend. He said he wanted to be alone and left, and I let him. Stupid thing to do. He has a history of hurting himself like a lot of us do.
About an hour later I get a message saying "Thanks for everything" and "bye". Transpires he's taken an overdose so I call an ambulance.
So me being me I decide to get very very drunk, end up talking to this guy whose a friend of a friend. Obviously I was drunk and so i'd told him what was going on, well I mean he saw me burst out crying when I was told my friend had taken an overdose.
Part way through this conversation the guy starts kissing me fairly forcefully and I tell him i'm not interested basically. Then he starts telling me i'm fucked up and he likes fucked up people because they're selfish. He tries to get me to go home with him, so I deflect to another pub, near mine. That pub closes and I say to him i'm going home, but he's very insistent and keeps just kissing me. Violently though, not nicely. Extremely violently. By this point I can barely walk and next thing I know we're heading to his. My friend starts ringing me and i'm like oh I have to go but he's even more insistent. This carried on for 3 hours, before my friend insists on talking to the guy on the phone. Fuck knows what happened next but he hands the phone back to me, shouts at me in the face telling me i'm stupid he was just trying to get me home safe (then why couldn't I go back to mine when I was so close?!).
Then that was me, alone in the middle of London with no idea where I was. Then I realise i'm by my friends and try knocking on their door. I's about 1am now so there's no answer. Then my phone runs out of charge.
Fuck knows how I got home safe but I did, thank god.
One of those nights I suppose.