This One's For You

I take a hit, inhaling the sweet smoke. It tastes so strong, as it tickles my throat. I hack up a storm, but moments later I feel great. I immediatly feel dizzy, like I'm about to fall over, even though I'm sitting down. This is perfect. I need more. I grab the thickly rolled blunt out of the person sitting next to me's hand, and inhale even more. "Woah, calm down. There is enough to go around. Take it easy," he said to me, looking worried. "I'm fine. I'm a big girl and could handle it." I replied. To be honest, I don't even know these people. I could be smoking with rapists and gangbangers for all I know.

I started wandering around the my quiet street I live in, in San Diego. I dont care anymore. I have the shittest self-asteem ever, and after my parents news on their divorce, and my "best friend" srewing me over, I was done. I came across this house, with a load of cars parked outside and shitty pop music playing. I figured I'd see who/what was inside. I'm a good girl. I hate it, but I can't help it. I somehow get straight A's, do my homework, do what I know is best for me, and don't cave under peer pressure. Even though that's never a problem for me. It's not that I'm straight edge or anything, I just never had the chance to smoke or drink or have sex. I wanted to escape from the pain somehow. I heard people talk about how great it is to smoke weed, maybe it will make me feel better. I wanna go explore this party. I've never been to a real one, besides innocent kid birthday parties. I emerge from the tiny, un-organized bedroom I found with the weed in it, and venture out into the crowd. A dubstep beat was playing, and everyone was dancing and grinding on each other. I was extremely dizzy, and with this music playing, I felt amazing. It's hard to describe such a feeling, but it was nothing like I ever had experienced before. I joined the giant group of fucked up teenagers and tried dancing to the beat. I don't know what I was doing, all I know was everything was so funny. This somewhat attractive guy came behind me and grabbed my hips, and grinded along with me. It was so fun. I can't believe "innocent" little Maddi is high at a party. If only my "best friend," Tay, saw me now. She told me that we couldn't be friends anymore because I was too innocent and shy. Best friend means forever, cunt. The guy dancing with me whispered in my ear

"Hey, you're so hot. I'm Evan."

I bit my lip, and kept dancing. He turned me around and grabbed my wrists and tried getting me to follow him.

"No," I said. "I just want to dance."

"Come on hotstuff, lets go find a room." he said.

"Let go of me!" I yelled. I ran out of the huge space everyone was gathered in, into what seemed to be the kitchen. I noticed a door, and ran out.

I heard this mysterious guy Evan screaming, "Don't you run away from me, bitch."

"I don't even know you. I'm leaving now." I said, out of breath.

He shoved me onto the grass and got on top of me. I spit on his face, and screamed out for help. He covered my mouth, and took tried taking off my pants. I thought to myself, "come on Maddi you don't need this. Get him off." I bit his hand extremely hard, tasting blood in my mouth. He swiftly punched me in the eye multiple times. I cried out loud, just as he covered my mouth again.

"Stop being a little prude bitch, and let me fuck you. I know you want me, I mean who doesn't," he said with a sly look on his face.

I did everything I could to try and get him off of me. I punched and kicked and tried screaming as loud as I could.

"Dude, what the fuck! Get off her!," a tall figure said behind us.

He pushed Evan off me and started kicking him in the side and punching him in the mouth. I started running, then limping, off to the side of the house.

The tall guy yelled out "Wait! Are you okay? Who are you?."

I turned around. He had black spiked hair, with a cute nose ring. He was covered in tattoos, wearing a loose tank top and black jeans. He was my idea of perfect.