*Warning: there is extensive teen drug use and drinking along with an attempt at rape. If any of this stuff bothers you, please don't read.*
Note: Alessandra and her friends and mother are all mine. Whereas the world and Force is sadly not.
Withdrawl
The music pounded around me, vibrating my very core. Words spilled from my mouth but I couldn't comprehend what I was saying. Their laughter reached my ears as if coming through a funnel. It was hilarious!
I was hallucinating on death sticks. It was as s simple as that. I didn't feel the Force anymore. I hadn't for a long time. It was strange not to feel its presence. The empty feeling had to be what it was like to be a normal teen.
"Hey, Aless. Wanna come buy more death sticks with me?" Klar asked. I smiled at him sweetly.
"Of course!" I rolled off my plush pillow. Everyone laughed.
"Oh Aless! You're so silly when you're high!" Ellona bleated, her blasting laugh could be heard clearly over the music. I lay on the floor, cracking up. Klar offered me his hand, helping me to my feet. I stumbled into him and we both laughed hysterically. The death stick serum made me high; the drink I mixed it with made me drunk. All in all I was pretty much incapacitated. I was kind of surprised that I was even alive. Guess there were some perks to being Force sensitive.
Cat calls sounded behind us.
"Get it!" Drox called. Something told me that this should have bothered me. But it didn't. By now I was used to it. Klar winked over his shoulder before leading me to the bar where we could get a hit. We weaved in and out of the tables, shoving pass the couples dancing. Their hot bodies pressed against us.
"Hey Klar! Wanna dance after?" I shouted over the pulsating music.
"You know it babe!"
I melted inside. Ellona is right, I thought. He did like me!
I bought another drink then dumped my last red death stick in it, mixing it with the blue liquor, turning it purple. "Purple is my favorite color!" I told Klar. He laughed.
"Oh Aless. This is part of the reason why I love you so much. You're just so free and silly," He said, putting his arm around me, crushing me to him. My whole being tingled with the closeness of his body. It was kind of a nice feeling. He led me back through the crowd, drink in hand. I really didn't need another one. My senses were still completely disoriented. Everything was blurred. The harsh music beat in time with my racing heart. It was really hot.
"Let's dance!" I shouted, stopping Klar. I put my hands in the air, drink up. Klar crushed his body against my back, is groin swaying against my backside. His hands snaked up and down my body, teasing the hem of my short dress. Courtesy of Ellona. I glanced around and what I saw made me stop.
Standing by a table, where two female Chiss dressed in next to nothing clothing were injecting death sticks into the crease of their elbows, was my mother, dressed in Jedi garb. A sad expression on her face.
I shook my head. There was no way.
When I looked back she was gone. Of course she was gone! She was dead!
Longing and guilt nagged at my core. I quickly pushed them away with the help of my drink.
"What is it?" Klar asked; his voice in my ear.
"Oh, nothing!" I slurred; a note of hysteria in my voice.
"Come on, let's get out of here!" I let Klar lead me back toward the table. Only it wasn't the table, it was a room. With a bed. I flopped onto the bed, the springs squeaking.
"Oh!" I said, looking at the drink in my hand. I had totally forgotten I had it. I chuckled. I was so stupid sometimes. I downed it, leaning back until I fell back on the bed, making sure that I got every drop before letting the cup fall to the ground. The alcohol made my head buzz but the death stick serum made me feel weightless. I wondered vaguely what I was going to hallucinate this time. I couldn't feel or comprehend a thing. I'm surprised I could even remember who I was or where I was or even what I was. When I looked at the ceiling I saw the galaxy with all its solar systems or where they lunar systems? Whatever they were I wanted to see them all, or at least some of them.
My weightlessness became dragged down by something pressing down on me. I felt like I couldn't breathe. Klars tanned face appeared where the galaxy was a moment before. His green eyes were glazed and shining with the effects of the death sticks. His face pressed against mine. What was he doing? Warning signals pushed through my dulled senses.
"What are you doing?" I mumbled, turning my face from his for air. His breath smelled terrible. He liked to smoke his death sticks.
"Don't worry about it," Klar said in a tone I wasn't used to. I didn't like it. I wanted it to go away!
"Get off me," I said weakly, pushing his bare arms. I could have sworn he'd been wearing long sleeves earlier.
"I'm not on top of you." That didn't make senseā¦
I was vaguely aware of my dress being peeled off my skin. His cold hands gripped my breast. But it wasn't until his hands slid from my breast did my head clear.
I was acutely aware of everything then. My clothes were gone and so where Klars. I could feel the coarse, dirty sheets of the bed under my back.
"Klar! What are you doing? Get. Off. Me!" I yelled. My already racing heart began to beat even faster. But this wasn't because of adrenaline but fear.
"Hold still. I'll be quick. It'll be over soon. I promise I'll be gentle." But a wicked look on his face said otherwise.
"No!" I began to struggle, trying to push him off. All I could think was that I was a Jedi, this should have been easy. But I couldn't sense the Force. "Stop! Don't!"
But he didn't seem to hear me. He began trying to subdue me, going so far as to punch me in the face. I began to yell for help. But there was no way that anyone could hear me with the blasting music outside the room.
Stop and take a deep breath, Alessandra. Focus. Use the Force! A voice told me. I did what it suggested.
"I said get off me!" I screamed, pushing my hand forward. The Force obeyed, sending Klar flying back. He hit the wall with a thud before collapsing in a heap on the floor.
I sat for a moment, breathing fast catching my bearings. It was amazing how clear my head was now. It was in then that I realized what had transpired. Klar had tried to rape me. I began to tremble uncontrollably as I stared transfixed at the still figure of the guy that I thought was going to be my first boyfriend.
I didn't understand.
I snatched my dress off the floor, yanking it back on. In a single bound I crossed the room and exited, leaving my attacker behind. I was done with this nightmare! As I pushed my way through the crowd, effects of the death sticks began to cloud my mind. Everything began to fall out of focus. I clutched to one thought: get my bag and get out. Somehow I managed to actually make it back to the table this time. I grabbed my bag from under it. Ellona was passed out on the table. Drox was talking to a bunch of people I didn't know.
"Back so soon, Aless?" he asked an, evil, knowing smile on his face. His eyes appraised my disheveled look. I bit my lip to stop it from trembling; a watery glare was all I could muster before I took off out of the club.
I hope you enjoyed the story! There will be more to come! I do plan on writing the back story... one day... haha! Stay tuned for more!
