secrets of ghost hill

five

it was much later that day and i was getting ready to go to the club with zara. i couldn't decide between my black heels or black shoes.

heels were a struggle when you are drunk. the amount of times i've fallen is too many to count.

at the end of every night my heels would be off and my feet would be covered in dirt and dust. let's not forget to mention the time i stepped in vomit.

and the moment i realized, i began to vomit. the situation itself was vile.

finally coming to a conclusion, i chose the heels. it matched perfectly with my outfit and i'd be damned if i'd mess up my perfection with tenna shoes.

i'd still bring them, but they were staying in the car.

i topped my outfit off with jewelry and grabbed my purse. i locked the door to my apartment and drove to the adress she had given me

it was farther then i intentionally thought which i loathed. the gas prices were no joke. seven? for gas? are you joking?

let a bitch breathe.

not to mention the food discreetly increasing in cost.

driving to the asylum for information from billie used up most of it. but i couldn't say i was too angry. not when i got paid above the average worker.

i got out the car and opened the doors to the club. beautiful. the aroma of alcohol and weed filled the room. the bright neon lights illuminated the club vividly.

i watched in awe as the sweaty crowd of dancer's began shouting the lyrics to the
song blasting through the speakers.

zara was no where to be found. i walked to the bar immediately asking for shots before calling her to see if she had made it

but i heard a phone ringing nearly by and automatically knew it was her. just by the sound of her ringtone.

i stood up smiling as she walked over to me, opening my arms for a welcoming hug. her arms wrapped around me, her laugh vibrating my ear lobe.

"i missed you." i said as i pulled back outta the hug.

"i missed you too" she reassured before sitting down beside me. the waiter placed the shots in front of us while smiling.

zara smiling back as she took a sip. i rolled my eyes a smile plastered on my face.

it had been a while since i had seen zara. with her fashion career booming and my writing career taking off, we rarely had time for each other

our schedules were always full

ever since we were kids, about 9 to be exact, we knew what we wanted to be. we had our whole life planned out.. on glittered paper written with blueberry markers.

it had taken a bit of focus and studying but we pulled through. even managing to attend party's as we grew together.

"so, what's been happening with you lately?" she asked.

"i've just been busy collecting information on my new client." i took a shot.

"what's their name?"

"billie."

"oh? is he cute. does my little mileena have a crush?" she gasped teasingly. i shook my head in embarrassment, but with a smile creasing.

the last thing i wanted to do was talk about her because i knew my mind would betray me and linger on the kiss we shared.

it's hard enough as it is to keep my mind from the thought of her lips against mine. the way her breath hit my ear as she whispered. her cold stone hands wrapped around my throat as she..