My brown, amber eyes open to the sun shining
through a window above my head. I put my
white hand in the middle of my face to block
the light coming from the morning sun.
Laying up a little, I grab the black blinds,
sliding them, covering the entire window. The
room was now back to full blackness. I sigh
softly, laying my head back on my soft,
comfortable, flexible pillow, but yet again my
sleep was interpreted as "hey palva, wake up,
a soft feminine voice said from behind me. I
open my eyes and look up. It was my best
friend. Emily I lay up, rubbing my tired,
baggy eyes. Emily looked down at me and
shook her head. With disappointment, "Didn't
I tell you that you need to get more sleep, not
stay up all night and draw?" I roll my eyes at
Emily. "It's not like today is a school night.
It's fucking Saturday, and it's winter break. I'll
stay up as much as I want." Emily sighs,
"Alright then. But don't come bitching to me
when you can't focus in art class." Emily
walks away, and she starts to put on a white
t-shirt. "Get dressed. You promised me and
You will go out today." I look at her confused.
I didn't promise to go out. With her shit, I
don't even go out at all that much. What the
heck was she talking about? "What do you
mean, I didn't promise you anything?" Emily
tilts her head at me. "Yes, you did yesterday.
You said, "Ok, I'll go out with you, Emily, so
you can get your ass out of this room for once
and actually live life instead."Sitting in our
room just drawing and painting"? My green
emerald eyes look up at Emily's blunt, honest
eyes. I love drawing and painting art in
general. When I paint something inside me, it
connect. It's like I'm whole and having Emily
told me that what I was doing wasn't living; it
made me angry. "So what I paint and draw,
what does it matter to you if what I'm doing
isn't really living? I'm walking, pissing,
shitting, eating, and living, so what are you
getting at?" I said irritated. Emily leans
against our room's wooden wall and looks at
me. "Blah blah blah, tell me all that shit. Later,
palva what I'm saying: There's more to life
than just sitting in a dark room doing art like
going outside and hanging out with your
friend, aka me; you're only a friend." I look up
at Emily, sniffing at her. Laying my body back
on the bed, a sigh escapes my mouth. "No
need to remind me; you're my only friend,
Dickhead." Emily smirks, "Hey, that's what
friends are for—reminding you you're not
living life or that I'm your only friend." I look
away with a sad look on my face. Was I really
living? Drawing is my favorite thing to do; it
makes me feel alive. Just drawing nature and
making up characters in my head made me
feel like I was living and creating something
meaningful. I was snapped out. My train of
thought Emily walked towards me. Sitting
down, the bed made a creaking noise. "Lisen,
I'm not trying to be a bitch, but come on,
Palva, you can't sit in your room forever and
just not experience the real world." Palva
closes her eyes and sighs, "Okay, I'll go out."
Emily smiles and giggles tightly. "That's the
damn spirit. Now get off your ass and let's go
live!" Me and Emily were walking out of our
college dorms. I had a regular black T-shirt, a
cross around my neck, and black sweatpants,
and over my black shirt was a blue hoodie that
said life is good with a bear holding a drink.
Emily, on the other hand, wore a white crop
top with black leggings that made her curves
pop out and sunglasses on her face over her
green emerald eyes. Her hair was down over
her shoulders. Hitch always dressed more
more confident than me. When I covered up
and hid my skin and body from the world
and myself, Emily always dressed
with freedom and without a damn care in the
world, like she was the only person on earth.
Hitch unlocks her 2020 Chevrolet Equinox
and steps inside the driver's seat while I sit. In
the passenger seat, "dressing homeless now,
are we?" Emily teases as she smirks and starts
the car. She backs up out of the parking lot
and into the street. We start to drive down the
street. I roll my eyes. "And you're showing a
lot of skin. Are you hell you put on a bunch of
make-up and we're just going out, nothing
special?" emily giggles, "Man would kill to
see a body like mine first of all and second of
all we're going to a party later at a friend's
house of mine and you're going to talk and be
social." I look out the window at the bright
morning sun. Light shining into my eyes
Emily knows About me and social places
"Emily, I don't feel comforta..." Emily
interrupts me "Yeah, I know you do, but how
the hell are you going to make friends and get
a boyfriend? Hell, you did say you wanted to
become an illustrator, right? That's why you're
here, right?" A cold sweat went down my
brow. "Well, yes... but as I said, I don't feel."
Hitch interrupts me again. "So what If you
feel a little uncomfortable, that's part of life
and when you're going for bigger jobs in
whatever type of art career you want to
achieve, you have to be able to talk.
Communicating is one of the most important
things, and you, my beautiful friend, have
none of that." Plava blushes and hides her
face with her right forearm. "Shut up, Emily.
I'm not even that pretty. I look like a New
York rat compared to you." Emily lifts her
hand from the black steering wheel and slaps
the back of my head. "ow, what the hell,
Emily? The loud rap music plays through the
entire house as people dance around the house.
I was sitting on the coach with a party cup in
my hand. I sniffed the inside of the party cup
and smelled the beer inside the red party cup.
The taste of the beer felt bitter and disgusting.
I wanted to spit it out right on the floor, but I
shouldn't, considering I don't want to get
weird looks or be called disgusting, so I
swallowed, gagging at the taste. Standing up, I
walked around the party. I felt trapped and
claustrophobic, like everyone was watching
me. My heart started to beat. I breathed in and
out, closing my eyes, trying to calm my heart,
but I was interrupted when my shoulder was
grabbed, looking behind me. Emily was
smiling at me and had a party cup in her right
hand. She then noticed me, and immediately
her face went into a worried expression.
"You, ok, you look tense and out of breath." I
tried to put on a believable fake smile. "Yeah,
I..." I'm. Fine, just...got done throwing up."
Emily tilted her head; she didn't believe me
one bit; she could tell when I was lying, and
when I was telling the truth, she crossed her
arms under her chest. "Yeah, you definitely
are ok, you lair." My heart almost dropped.
Emily sighs, "Come on, follow me. Where are
Are you going to dance?" Emily grabs my
hand tightly, and we started to walk towards
the middle of the living room, where everyone
was dancing. People were jumping, moving
their hips and arms around to the loud hip-hop
music that was playing. My heart dropped in
the middle of my stomach. We were in the
dead middle of the living room. Nobody was
paying attention to me or Emily, but it felt
like even if I danced weird, tripped, or did
something really stupid, people would think
I'm a weirdo or there's something wrong with
me. emily moves Were swift in fluid in my
eyes. She was just jumping around dancing
and having a good time. She looked like she
didn't give a damn about what people thought
of her. Emily moved closer to me. She was
face to face with me now, and my heart felt
Like it was about to burst out of my small
chest. "Come on, palva dance. Nobody's
looking at you. No need to be so paranoid.
Just move that body and dance!". Emily
smiles at me. My heart was beating so fast I
felt like I was about to have a heart attack, but
I started to dance if you could call it jumping,
moving your hands and feet around like an
idiot who didn't know what they were doing.
Emily smiles at me, and I give an awkward
smile back as I move my legs and arms to the
hip-hop music. all the anxieties and me being
shyness just disappeared. At that moment, I
left both my hands, moving my body from the
right to the left, putting up a v sign with my
index and middle fingers, drawing them
across in front of my eyes and away from the
center of my face. Emily laughed, and so did I
while we both laughed at our goofy dances.
Emily turned around with a playful grin, her
movements syncing to the beat of the hip-hop
music. As she began to grind against me, I felt
her hips against my hips and her curvy round
ass pressing into me. I was caught off guard
by this, and I immediately backed away.
However, I accidentally ran into another girl,
and she had her phone up in the air taking a
video with her three friends, and when my
back made contact with her, she dropped her
phone on the floor. The screen cracked
immediately as it made contact with the
wooden floor. The girl picked her phone up,
and she gripped it tightly, yelling fuck. In a
furious voice, she looks behind her shoulder
and sees me. This girl was around 5'0 with
long blond hair and a smooth white face with
brown eyes. She was wearing blue jeans, a
yellow shirt, and her nails were painted
crimson red. "BITCH, YOU BROKE MY
FUCKING PHONE!!" I put my hands up in
defense. The girl had an angry look on her
face. Her face was red, her eyebrows
lowering, her face muscles tensed, and her
brown eyes Looking at me like a bull ready to
pounce on me with fury.
"I'm…sorry..I..I… Didn't mean… to bump
into you, my heart beat fast, and the room got
smaller. As I was afraid of what was going to
happen next, this was the reason why I don't
go out to parties, and that is fights. "Sorry,
bitch, you broke my fucking phone!!!" I
flinched and stepped back "I'll... pay for it... I
have the money... I..." Emily walks in front of
me. "It was an accident, and it's not her fault;
it was my fault. I broke it." The girl grits her
teeth. "You're fucking paying for this phone."
It's 525 dollars. Pay up, bitch!" Emily scoffs,
rolling her eye's, "You got me fucked up if you
think I'm paying for that expensive shit." I
grab Emily's arm with both my hands. "Come
on, Emily, let's just go..." I said with a worried
look at my face. Emily sighs, nodding, and
we both start to walk away. "Get back here!!"
Me and Emily keep walking. The girl bites her
tongue. "Oh, oh, ok, run away, run away with
you're girlfriend, you damn faggot!!!" The
girl's yelled Emily's expression went from
frustrated to anger real fast, like a hawk
catching prey. emily Walks back to the girl
and slaps her across the face. The girl falls to
the ground, and they both started to fight.
Emily right hooks the girl in the face while
gripping a large chunk of her blonde hair. The
the girl didn't put up much of a fight. She balled up in a ball, trying to protect her body
with her hands, but Emily stomps. On her ribs
Leaving a shoe imprint on the chest of the
poor girl, people started to take their phones
out of their pockets and film the whole fight. I
heard a man running downstairs towards the
living room to see the fight. I squeezed in
between 10 people trying to get to Emily in
the poor girl. I heard cursing and cries as
Emily stomps and stomps on the poor girl's
face. When I finally get to the middle, I see
Emily calling the girl names as she kicks her.
The girl had a cut on her cheek. She was also
bleeding from her nose. People started to take
their phones out of their pockets and there
was swelling around her left eye and right
cheek. Tears fell down the girl's face as she
begged Emily to stop. Emily was driving in
silence. We haven't said a word to each other
after the fight. I look over at Emily. "Thanks
for getting out of control, Emily Really
fuckin thanks." Emily sighs. Her hair was a
mess, and her face had a few cuts on her
cheeks. Emily fingernails once white were
stained with blood underneath them. "You
shouldn't have overreacted over a little
grinding." "I didn't ask you to throw your ass
back on me while we were dancing, " Emily
groaned. "It was in the heat of the damn
moment." Alright, I was just having fun." I
roll her eye's, "Whatever... you didn't have to
beat that poor girl up like that, you know?"
Emily grips the steering wheel tightly, her
nails digging deep into the leather wheel.
"You heard what she called me? You already
know how I feel about that word." I look out
the window. "It's just a word." Emily scoffs,
"Don't speak about stuff you don't understand,
Palva. You should know when to keep your
fucking mouth shut," Emily said in a low, cold
voice. I turn my body away from Emily and
continue. Looking out the window as we drive
by a few buildings and people coming out of
fast food places with their bags of food,
"Listen, I..." I was going to say something, but
I went quiet; there was no use of Trying to
convince Emily, but what right? So I have to
tell her what she can't be offended by; she's an
adult after all, but the way she beat up that
The poor girl was just brutal. I never saw that
side of Emily. Should I look at her differently?
I don't know.