Trust in a stranger (part2)

Her eyes were half-closed as she walked along the street, her arms wrapped around her, trying to block out the wind. Her lips pursed together, as people stared, she knew, she had tried a new look that morning, partly influenced by the stranger she had met, his image still sticking in her mind, curious questions filling her. She lowered her head, hiding the quantities of mascara and eye liner she had applied, feeling slightly foolish. Goth, that was the image she was going for, but she knew it hadn’t worked, her trousers black, yet slightly tacky, no chains, no zips, her top, black also, but far too tight, but she had to wear it, being the only plain black top she owned. She held the jacket around her, a little too big, she seemed almost child like, hiding behind her (L)hair, hoping no one could see her if she couldn’t see them, like a four year old playing hide and seek. She still felt down, although a little more settled about the situation, distracted by other matters.1

She decided to take a detour, crossing the park, hoping for a glimpse of the stranger once more, she didn’t even know his name, and yet felt engulfed by the memories of the night before. He had been so gentle, so kind, so understanding, the one guy who seemed to relate to her, and was willing to listen, he seemed sensitive yet so strong, giving her a hand out of that lonely ditch. He was like no one else she had before. She had met Goths before, they’d all seemed so hard, so strong, and yet troubled, locking all their thoughts inside, where as he had not.2

The park was less mysterious, less welcoming with the crowds of children, and teenagers sitting in gangs.3

‘Eh eh, look at that Goth! What a minger?!’ they laughed.4

She turned, facing the harsh wind, blowing away any offence she had felt. She brushed away her hair, feeling fresher as the wind blew into her face. She made her way to her group of friends in town, their eyes staring as she approached.5

‘What happened to you?’ Tom said, almost choking.6

‘What do you mean?’ she asked, looking down at herself.7

‘Black, black and more black, haha, you’re a Goth!’ Sarah said, looking down at her as she sprawled across the bench.8

‘So?’ she asked, her eyebrows raising.9

‘So…Goth’s are annoyingly self obsessed losers…who go home slitting their ickle wrists every night, in hope of distracting themselves from the friendless world they live in.’10

‘Oh fuck off, stop stereo-typing.’ She said, unable to keep eye contact.11

‘I’m not, tell me one Goth you know that doesn’t fit that description.’12

‘This guy I met.’ She said, a slight smile forming.13

‘What guy? Does this guy have a name?’14

‘Um, well I don’t know his name…’15

‘Let me guess, you met him in another of your twisted dreams!?’16

‘No!’ she protested, angering growing inside her. 17

‘Calm down guys, let her be who she wants to…’ Jack said, approaching the group of people. 18

She stood, surprised. Jack was her ex boyfriend, she’d broken up with him, broken his heart after an emotion episode she’d had. They hadn’t spoken in weeks, maybe months, and yet there was, standing up for her… She stood in thought, looking over at him, his spiky brown hair, his Led Zepplin top, and his blue flares. He was an unusual guy, many thought him insensitive, emotionless, but she had touched a side of him very few people had witnessed, and therefore he had stuck with her, stayed a loyal friend, although hurting still.19

‘Thanks.’ She whispered.20

‘That’s ok.’ He mumbled back, his eyes looking down at the grass.21

She moved her feet uncomfortably, edging away from her friends. Jack walked with her, and as he did so she could hear him breath, he was obviously uneasy.22

‘Are you ok?’ she asked, turning to him.23

‘Yeah I’m fine.’24

‘Good.’25

‘So who’s the guy you met?’ he said, his cheeks blushing slightly.26

‘I don’t know, I was walking last night, and we started talking, it was weird, surreal…’ she murmured, staring into the sky. 27

‘He was a Goth? You spoke to a random Goth at night while walking? Why were you walking?’28

‘I don’t know, I was upset…’ she mumbled, finding it hard to explain herself, ‘I didn’t speak to him, he spoke to me, he walked with me…’29

‘So he stalked you?’ he shrieked, gaining eye contact, becoming more and more protective.30

‘No, stop Jack…’ she said, sighing.31

She thought he’d have understood, but realised she was wrong…32

‘I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I just, I dunno, I’m jealous, you seem obsessed by some guy you met once at night in a park and he’s not me….’33

‘I know, I’m sorry.’34

‘It’s ok, I just miss you…’35