Fantasies

Darlie

I sat up and watched at Mia slept soundly. She's been apologizing to me since we got here. I can't say I'll trust her like I thought I did, but I don't hold grudges either. It's not entirely her fault. I'm the one who went out when I didn't get permission from Brian.

Why on earth did I think it was okay to hang out with a hooker in the first place?

I don't just hang out with people I don't know. Even if she did seem kind of lonely, I should have seen the warning signs. She betrayed my friendship, but I also betrayed Johnny. I took advantage of him. I knew he wasn't going to tell Brian, so I just ignored it all. I didn't care of how everything would turn out.

But now I know that I was wrong. My poor Johnny, I felt closest to him than to any one of the other guys. I felt closer to him than I did to Brian, to be honest. I could talk to Johnny about the most embarrassing things and he would just laugh about it.

Brian would have probably rolled his eyes, but Johnny sat there and listened. He would even come to me with problems, that's what hurts the most. He trusted me, but I betrayed him. I'm the reason he's dead. It's as if I'm the one who killed him.

I bit on my lip as tears went down my eyes.

He won't even be getting a decent funeral. He deserved the best but - I can't.

I stood up, putting on my slippers. The ship has been going smoothly all night but I still get dizzy. Just me thinking that I'm in the middle of the ocean scares the life out of me. I opened the door and walked out, closing it behind me.

I'll be getting my revenge with Vergario, I'll tell you that. I'll be the one to hear his last breath, I'll be the one to take it away.

I walked down the pastel colored walls. It is such a beautiful ship, it seems like the Titanic. Well, it's not too swell to think that way. I can't really swim in deep water. And I certainly hate large bodies of water, that's why I try not to step out of the ship.

I smiled at the women who walked by in beautiful gowns. They all seem so delicate, so beautiful, even if they might be seventy years of age. They're enjoying every second of their lives.

I got in the elevator and went to the lobby where there happened to be some elderly women playing cards and chatting. I sat on a couch and turned on the big flat screen TV. They have so many movies you can chose from with the remote. I still don't understand how you get electricity on a ship.

Big batteries? - I somewhat giggled at my dumb thoughts.

"Hello, dear." a lady with a gorgeous blue gown told me. It's a sleeping gown, of course, but it still looks amazing. I looked down at what I was wearing, nothing special. Just some shorts and a t-shirt.

"Hi." I replied.

"Is it okay if we sit and chat with you?"

"Of course," I replied, "I'm in need of some company." She smiled and her other friends came on over. I looked for a movie and found The Notebook. Sure, it might be over played on my part, but I know that women sure do enjoy this movie.

They started talking about their deceased husbands. One of them was on the verge of crying, but I noticed how the others would comfort her. I didn't say much because I don't have a deceased husband - I don't have a husband at all.

"How about you?" one of the asked.

"She's too young to be married. You must be sixteen." the one in the blue said.

"I'll be eighteen in four months."

"See, she's not young. I was married at fifteen."

"Oh, I'd rather wait until I'm about twenty-four for that." they all giggled at my response.

"Yeah, but there must be a someone."

I looked around and searched through my thoughts, "No, there actually isn't. I've never had a boyfriend. There's no point in dating someone when you're in high school. We all know it's going to end at some point. There's no need for a heart break. I'd rather wait until I find the right person and share my love with him."

They were shocked at my response. But it's the truth, it's how I've always felt.

"Well, I would like to give you a make over." one of them said. She wore her hair up in a bun and her dress was a light pink shade.

"Me? Well, I sure am in need of that."

"Well, let's take her to my room. I have enough beauty products there. We can curl your hair. It's very red," she giggled, "and we'll put it up in a gorgeous bun. I also have a dress that looks just your size. It belonged to me when I was about your age. And I have the cutest shoes!"

"Well, you don't need to do any of that."

"Oh, but we want to. Us old bats need hobbies like the rest of you." she smiled and we got up. I followed them to her room which had been decorated with beautiful flowers.

She took out the dress. It was a vintage dress, something you'd see on someone in the 1800s, perhaps. I doubt she's the old. But it was beautiful. I smiled at the thought of me looking 'lady like' for once, and sat down on the chair.

They started playing with my hair and applying makeup.