My hand trailed down the rough bark of the tree

as I saw a group of guys walking down the street.

Grins spread across their faces

as their loud voices penetrated the night.

Dude, we going to this party?

My ears perked up at the mention of it.

Yeah.

I heard Eric was hosting it.

His parties are lit, man.

My hand came to a stop

as my fingers slipped from the trunk.

Their voices were getting distant the farther they walked away.

And for some messed up reason,

I decided to follow them.

Because maybe if I went,

things would get better.

~Sarah