"So, what's your name?" His voice seems rough, yet soft at the same time. I can sense his presence near me, I can hear his breathing in the air beside me, and I can feel his words rumbling through the floor.
"I'm Nadia. Who are you?" I'm nervous. I don't ever speak to anyone. Especially not the boys here. They're all criminals - how do I know they won't stab a knife in me when I'm not looking?
Not looking...It would be funny if it wasn't so horrible. I'm blind, by the way. Just thought you might like to know.
"Oh, I'm Louie. D'you wanna...I dunno, um...listen to something?" He's obviously thought hard about what he's picked for us to do. There isn't much I can enjoy without sight.
"Sure, yeah. Why don't we sing something?" I hear Louie's feet shuffle.
"Urm...o-kay..." He trails off.
"I know! Let's sing...You're Not Sorry, by Taylor Swift. Heard that one?" I ask, guessing that he probably hasn't.
"Yeah, actually. I like that song."
"Really?! No-one's ever heard it!" My nerves seem to be ebbing away, standing here, in the cold, and the noise from the others just fades into the darkness with everything else.
"I know! They just know all the awful raps...so, should we start?" I inhale deeply. Singing is everything to me, but I can barely hit the notes. I hope Louie isn't one to judge...
"Sure, yeah." I hear him sigh, then he takes my hand and I feel the door slam behind us.
"A bit of seclusion from the world."
"Right then, three, two, one..."
"All this time, I was wastin' hopin' you...would come around...
I've been giving out chances every time and all you do is let me down...
and it's taken me this long, baby, but I figured you out.
And you're thinking we'll be fine again, but not this ti-ime, around.
You don't have to ca-all, anymore,
I won't pick up the phone,
This is the la-ast...straw...
Don't wanna hurt anymore.
And you can tell me that you're sorry but I don't believe you, baby, like I did...
You're not sorry....
No-o, no-o, no, no-o..." And we stop there, breathless but secretly ecstatic.
"Woah, Nadia...you, you're amazing!" I feel myself smile before I can stop it.
"You too, Louie. I mean it, your voice is perfect." My ears pick up the slightest gasp, most likely one Louie tried to hold back.
"Oh, um. thanks. That...means a lot. We should do this more often." If only I could see him...I used to be able to see. It was only a few years ago, in a freak accident, that I lost it. I was on the swings, alone in the park near home, when I slipped off, falling onto my head, hard. I had brain damage in the area of sight and I never got it back.
"Yeah. Well, tomorrow again, I guess? Seeing as this club runs every night, we should just go here. Meet me at five, in the doorway?" It's kind of strange, asking a boy to meet me somewhere. And not for a date.
"Cool. See you then, Nadia." I hear the door scrape open and I instinctively reach out. Louie's arm catches mine and pulls me through.
"Bye then, Louie. I'll see you tomorrow!"
"See ya then. Bye."
Out on the street, I walk fast, but all the way home, Louie's voice haunts me.