Damn she’s a sexy bitch!

I sat staring at the flashing lights in an inebriated daze. They were so bright. They reminded me of fireworks going off. It was strangely intoxicating to watch them. I sat on the dance floor, in the middle of hundreds of other bouncing clubbers, staring at the crazy lights with my mouth hanging open and a little trail of drool hanging from the corner of my mouth. In the background, I could hear Akon’s ‘Sexy Bitch’ playing, it was playing so loudly that it was drowning out everything else.

I snapped out of it when my friend tapped me on the shoulder and yelled something that I couldn’t quite make out in my ear. She turned my wheelchair around so I could see where she was pointing. She was pointing at a bunch of expensive-looking lounges, I smiled and nodded – I was a little sick of staring at lights. Plus, I wanted another drink.

A moment later my friend pushed me over next to a leather lounge and disappeared. I assumed she was at the bar buying us drinks.

I sat there patiently waiting until my wheelchair was abruptly pulled back so I was on an angle. I looked up into another friend’s smiling face. “Where did you go, Johnny?”

He laughed, “I did tell you I was going to the toilet. Anyway, where did Bridge go?”

I looked around. “I think she went to get drinks,”

Before Johnny could say another word a girl I’d never seen before came up to me with a cup of something green in hand. “Oh honeyyy,” she slurred as she caressed my face with one hand, and with the other hand proceeded to spill her green drink all over my feet, “woops, I’m such a klutz!”’ She laughed.

I rolled my eyes, why do I attract all the weirdo’s.

She continued laughing, “Are you having fun tonight, sweetheart?”

I grinned and nodded vigorously, “Fuck yeah!”

She laughed and spilt more green shit over my feet. Johnny was starting to get annoyed on my behalf, I watched him make the girl put her drink down on a nearby table. This made me laugh, I knew this girl was going to continue to piss us both off, regardless of getting rid of her drink.

And as soon as the girl came back over I saw him grit his teeth. She began to stroke my hair, “you’re so beautiful, darling,” I looked over at Johnny and raised an eyebrow. I could see him chuckling to himself out of the corner of my eye.

I tried to turn my wheelchair around when I realised Bridge was standing behind me holding much-needed drinks, but this drunk chick was in the way. She was too preoccupied pulling her greasy fingers through my freshly-washed hair. I sighed, I was going to have to re-wash it tomorrow.

Johnny got to his feet and took two drinks from Bridge, he reached over and handed me one. I took it and started guzzling, completely ignoring the drunk chick. Eventually she got the message. “I’ll let you enjoy the rest of your night.” She made to leave and then turned back to me after a moment, “keep smiling, beautiful.”

To this day, I can’t even remember what she wore or what she looked like, I was just so used to weirdo’s coming up me and being so excited to see me out – it seemed like they thought I lived in a cage and only got let out once in a blue moon. Also, I may have been a little bit drunk at the time.

Once the girl had disappeared I was telling Johnny and Bridge that every time I went out clubbing randoms would come up to me and either pat me on the head like a dog or stroke my hair like I was their doll. They were laughing at my descriptions when I was interrupted by a hand on my shoulder.

I didn’t have to turn around very far to see who it was because some guy had put his face right next to mine. I almost bumped into him. “Hey darling,” he smiled, “so, what’s wrong with you?”

I hated when people asked what was wrong with me, I felt like screaming back ‘nothing is wrong with me but what the fuck is wrong with you?’ I mean I know I am in a wheelchair and I have this shitty condition, but I’m still a real person with real emotions and it makes me feel like I’m not like everyone else. Like I don’t have hopes or dreams, because I’m not a real person and my rights don’t matter as much as others. Like I’m a failed attempt at a regular human being. I mean it’s not like I chose to be disabled.

Instead of throwing my drink in this idiot’s face I decided to entertain my friends. “I had a-” I start to yell but the guy points to the ear and mouths that he can’t hear me. I roll my eyes, this isn’t an ideal environment to explain my condition to anyone anyway.

I take a deep breath and lean closer to his ear, I make sure I am speaking loud enough for my friends to hear. “I was in a hot air ballooning accident!”

This seems to satisfy the guy and he looks at me with sympathy, “shit mate.” I shoot my friends a look and see them trying to hide their amusement.

I nod and play along.

The guy shuffles awkwardly and nods to himself, “well I’ll leave you to it then,” he takes a few steps backwards and then salutes me with his drink, “have a good night.”

When he’s gone from my line of sight I start to laugh.

One Comment

  1. The Water Bearer

    You simply can’t fit in when you were born to stand out!?! There is no such thing as a normal human. We all have our abnormalities, some can hide them better than others is all. And some are far less interesting than others Xx

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