She looked at me and waved frantically until I slowly wandered over there. I stood nervously in front of her and awkwardly waited for her to speak, watching her blink weirdly from all the blood in her head, as she hadn’t turned right-way-up yet. There was another moment of silence before she finally spoke.

“You’ve got snot in your nose,” She said with a large grin.

“Alright, can you turn the right way please?” I asked irritably, taking a seat on the low table coffee table behind me. She flipped around and stared me dead in the eye with a menacing grin. 

She looked roughly like she was in her late twenties, close to our age. Her black hair was untidy and wiry and went down to just above her shoulders. She had about four piercings in each ear and a small one just below her lip on the right-hand side. Her eyes were dark and she had darker bags beneath them. Her skin was pale, even more than mine and she seemed fairly underweight.

As for her clothes, she had black, circular sunglasses atop her head amongst the hair, a thin green parka, a grey boob-tube, some dirty, ripped black jeans and flip flops. I must’ve been staring too long or making a face, because she leaned forwards swiftly and flicked me on the tip of my nose. Startled, I flinched back and yelled at her,

“AH! What the Hell was that for?” 

I was already beginning to dislike her.

She sat back silently and stared at me, smiling. She fiddled with one of her oddly sharp canines with her tongue before looking down and chuckling. 

“I know what you’re doing” She said, furrowing her brow but managing to smile wider at me. “They do it all the time. Don’t assess me.” Her grin turned to a slim smile and she leaned in close, looking me up and down, just as I had done. I naturally leant back and felt my face contort to disgust. I did try to hide it, whether it worked or not wasn’t my problem.

Speaking of my own appearance, my dark brown hair was also untidy from the lack of sleep and naps at the desk and it went down to just about below my ears. I’d been meaning to get it cut, but I hadn’t left the apartment for a while and a haircut was the last thing on my mind. I almost had permanent bags under my eyes and my jacket had an usual scent. I also had ripped jeans on, but at least they were relatively clean and at least I had the decency to wear actual shoes. She suddenly leaned back again and startled me once more.

“I actually don’t care what you’re wearing” She said slyly with a smile, “But I made you think about yourself didn’t I? How much better are you actually dressed than I?”

“At least I’m not wearing thongs in the middle of winter” I said with more attitude then I meant to. She looked down at her feet and wiggled her toes, which had black nail polish on them. 

“I don’t feel it.” She replied, watching her toes.

“That’s worrying” I said back sarcastically. She looked back up at me, still grinning and held deathly eye contact for too long. 

“Y’know,” she started menacingly “A fat birdy told me you’re brain’s run out of rhythm”

“A fat bird?” I echoed back, chuckling. 

Sure, Dave wasn’t the slimmest guy and could probably do with a salad, but fat was a bit far.

“Well the fat bird happened to tell me that you were a dirty junkie.” I snarked back. 

“Pfft, The fat bird would never use those words. It makes his name look bad.” She scoffed with a large smile as she subconsciously scratched her jaw. She was silent again and continued to stare at me and smile.

I didn’t like it.

It was uncomfortable and unnerving.

“Do’ya have any pets?” She asked, keeping eye contact but fiddling with one of the holes in her jeans. 

“Well I do now” I said, gesturing at her. Her smile vanished instantly and she leaned in again.

“The Fat Bird thought he could treat me like an animal. Calling me. Commanding me. Whistling for my attention. Just like everyone else. If you wish to treat me like an animal, so be it. Just be aware I’ve no problem with being the animal.

I’ll trash your goddamn apartment.

I’ll make you bleed.

Don’t forget it.”

She lent back onto the couch and continuously stared at me, only this time without a smile.

It was cold.

It felt dangerous.

I felt stupid for feeling this way.

Too many feelings for a short amount of time.