writing_shadows

There's a club in London I go to a lot. It's a bit rough sometimes, but it plays music I like, and it's good to just kick back for a while.

Normally, I breeze past the bouncers, but tonight I don't even look like me so I wait with the rest. But that's ok, because I'm not here to have fun.

I get inside, and I skip the bar, heading straight for the dance floor. I dance for an hour, wondering if I'm going to go through with this.

My thoughts blur together - a mad rush of images. Two women, two people I care about more than I can say. And I know I'm hurting one of them, and maybe the other, however this plays out.

They don't deserve this, and I don't deserve them right now, if I'm putting either of them through this.

So, I scan the crowd, until I see the people I was hoping to. The crowd parts and when the beat kicks in again, I'm dancing next to them.

They're big, they're drunk, and most of the fights in here start with them. It looks almost like an accident as I bump into one of them. The second time is harder, but still might not be anything. Their shouts build, and after the fourth 'accident', the shoving starts.

I push back, and pushes turn to punches quickly, and before I know it's all over. By the time the bouncers get to me two of them have my arms pinned while the third lays into me.

I'm a mass of bruises as they throw me out, and my shirt is ruined with the blood from my face. But I know Spring can sort out the pain there in the morning.

But it can't do anything for how much the rest of me hurts.