That was the last thing I heard, then I blacked out. I remember it so vividly.
I was trying to drown my sorrows by sitting in a bar on the rundown side of town. I was trying to get rid of a painful mental image. It was of my best friend that I had known since I was born.
Her boyfriend of six years had broken up with her to date her older sister who was twenty-eight, Brandy was twenty-two. This hit her hard she was devastated. I didn�t even see what happened next coming. One day I came home from class. When I walked in the door, there she was just hanging there. One of our wooden chairs from the dining room table was lying on the floor from where she had tipped it over, and she was hanging from the fan. There was no suicide note but I knew why she killed herself.
The worst part was that Nick, who was her ex-boyfriend the reason she killed herself, didn�t even go to the funeral. Her sister was there. I heard that they broke up right after the funeral.
It hurts to go back to the apartment because I could still see her hanging there. When I turn my head away there is some thing of hers. Even when I�m not at the apartment I can still see her face. I couldn�t stand it anymore, that's how I ended up at the bar.
I didn�t know what time it was but I knew it was getting late. I had been there since 10 and over that time I know I had had two martinis, and a white Russian so I was just beginning to get a little tipsy. I can tell you this because I wasn�t dancing on the table fully naked yet so I was fine. That had actually happened before, but I don�t remember doing it all I have to go on was Brandy�s word.
God I miss her.
It was getting late, I would have to say around one o�clock, when the doors to the bar came flying open and in walked two guys. They were an odd pair. Both wore black shirts underneath black leather jackets and black pants. One was about six-two. And the other was a little shorter, but not much. The taller one was rather skinny. He had blond spiky hair and a blondish-red mustache and gotee. The other one was only two inches shorter than the other, he was also a bit broad shouldered. He had black, short hair with a clean shaven face. Strangely enough he was wearing black sunglasses. I don�t know whether it was the lighting or my eyes but both had ghostly white skin. It was as if they hadn�t seen the sunlight in years. It could have been my eyes because I was beginning to have trouble seeing straight. I just kind of shrugged them off and went back to staring at my beer.
I was sitting in the place at the bar that I had been sitting at since I got there at ten. I don�t know why but I had become very interested in my drink. The way it just sat there and sat there. If you blew on it, it would move. It was cool. I hadn�t taken a drink of it for a while, when all of a sudden I felt people sitting down on each side of me. I looked to my right and there was the spiky blond haired guy. I just kind of looked at him. He introduced himself.
�My name is Spike and yours must be beautiful cause that�s the only thing it could be. Anything else doesn�t fit.� I just smiled.
�My name is Jasmin and Beautiful...you�re calling me beautiful? Beautiful is a word for the beautiful and is a word that should only be used for the beautiful, Which doesn�t count for me.�
After I said that I heard the guy who sat to my left start talking to Spike in a language I didn�t understand. I turned slowly to see who was talking. It was the dark haired guy with sunglasses. He stopped talking and Spike started talking to me again. Again I turned back to him.
�Can we buy you another drink? That one looks like it's getting warm.�
�Well, Spike, I don�t know what you are trying to get, but no I'm not a slut or a whore. I don�t sell sex so why don�t you two go find someone else cause your not gonna get anything out of me.� I saw a look of horror come across his face. The black haired guy began talking to me.
�I don�t know what you think he is trying to do, but no, we are not looking for a prostitute. Even if we were we wouldn�t come and think you are one because you look nothing like one. You look like a lot of shit has happened to you in a short period of time, and like you have a lot of sorrow in your mind. All we wanted to do was cheer you up.�
As my eyes began to well up in tears I said:
�Sorry, but I guess you have been able to tell I�m not in my right mind right now,� as soon as I said this I zoned out. For some reason the drink became interesting again.
�Hello?� I heard coming from my right side then I saw a hand fly in front of my face. I snapped back to life and looked at Spike.
�Sorry. I lost it there for a minute,� I turned and looked at the black haired guy. �I never caught your name? My name is Jasmin.�
�Oh, I�m sorry. How rude of me, Jasmin, My name is Dameon." He got up off the bar stool that he was sitting on, turned towards me and bowed like a gentleman would in the court of a king. "Would you dance with me, my lady?" He looked so stupid but he was talking to me.
"But there isn�t any music to dance to!" I protested as I looked at him strangely.
"But my lady, there certainly is music playing. It is the music that starts playing when I am around you!" He put his hand as if to take mine.
"Just please him if you want him to shut up." Spike told me. For some reason I figured that he was right, so I gave him my hand, I got off the stool and we walked out onto the middle of the bar.
As we were walking out I told him, "You see, there is only one problem. I can�t dance."
"Yes you can, Trust me"
WE got out to the middle of the floor and he turned towards me, Took my hand, put it on his shoulder and we started dancing. We were waltzing. I couldn�t believe it. I had never danced, or even waltzed, before in my life. And especially without music. It was as if I had known all along how to.
We had been dancing for maybe 5 minutes when we stopped suddenly. I looked up and there was Spike behind Dameon. Dameon let go of me and stepped out of the way and Spike stepped into his place and we began to dance again.
"Why am I dancing with you know?" I asked curiously.
"Well, I couldn�t let him have all the fun with a beautiful lady!" I know I blushed at that comment. All of this, the way they were treating me was new and strange. I had never been treated so nicely. I have brown curly hair that you can do nothing with. I'm rather pale and no I don't have a shapely body. I don�t know it just made me feel really good especially with what had happened. Finally I got tired of dancing.
"I'm getting tired. Can we stop?" I looked at his face. He looked disappointed, but he gave in and he led me back to the bar and we sat back down. I went to pick up my drink which was cold.
"I thought you might wan a new one, cause you have been dancing for a while and the other was warm." Dameon said.
"You didn�t have to do that!" I said and smiled at him.
"It was my pleasure my lady." I don�t know what it is about those guys but they are so sweet. I finished my drink and by the time I was done I was even drunker than before.
"Well, guys, I have got to go. I have a long walk ahead of me and it is really late!" I told them.
"One more drink and we will walk you back to your apartment." Spike begged.
"But it's getting really late!" I really didn�t want to walk back this late but if I start now it wouldn�t be to late before I left.
"Please," and he looked at me with cute puppy dog eyes.
"OK but only of you stop begging," I gave in.
"Thank you!" For some reason Spike sounded really relieved. "So what would you like?" he asked.
"I don�t know. I really don�t know how much more I can take."
"Well I know what you can use." He called to the bartender and he came over, "She'll take my usual!" the bartender nodded and went to make the drink.
"What�s in it?" I inquired.
"Just try it!" I tried it. It was really sweet and really good. That was when I realized the color of it. It was blood red, I was horrified. My eyes began to close and I was getting really dizzy, then I heard that song. It was in my head. Then everything went black.