candela

I wake up.

I'm not sure what's actually going on. Sunlight in my face, a shitty band in the background, coming from your neighbors window, hungover. "Am I in hell?"

No one is next to me.

Then I try and remember. Something doesn't feel quite right.
I sit in my bed, looking for a cigarette and there's only one left "What in earth happened?" The only thing that comes to my head is something about a birthday, a dress, me dancing, my leg suddenly aching and dim lighting. Mezcal. Fuck. I'm going up some stairs, I'm talking to some friends, the guy I like talking to some other girl and suddenly I don't feel that pretty. I don't feel pretty at all. Fuck him. Talking again, smoking, drinking.

And then, I remember hearing "Have you ever been in a fight?" and one of my friends grabbing some jerk by the neck.

In that very moment I felt flushing and he became a sort of a god to me, he was immortal. A fight is about to start but I can only think to myself how amazing he is by defending a very dear friend.
Another fight breaks.

Then, I can only recall how I saw the guy I like mad.
Standing in a dark alley. The smell of wet concrete, something like an old forgotten house smells after rain. Humidity. I don't quite like it, It frightens me.
And then, nothing.

Finally I get up and take a look in the mirror only to see there's something written with black marker in my shoulder. "No, I don't remember anything at all"