As the darkness fully engulfs her gloomy and consuming day, she puts on her sea green off-shoulder cropped top, black skater skirt, and short gladiator sandals. She draws an outline to perfect her messy eyebrows, hides the dark circles under her eyes, highlights her thick eyelashes, spreads the red lipstick on her plump lips, and sprays her favorite manly perfume. It's thirty past ten o'clock and she's good to go. One more turn in front of the full-length mirror and Ruby finally heads out for a long Friday night.
Now you've come to think that this girl is just as ordinary as the cheap fastfood meals people line over at or the brandless shirts we buy on thrift shops. But do you know what lies behind the "I just wanna have fun!" when you ask Ruby why her aching feet brought her to a nightclub full of dancing, drunk strangers?
Just because a girl drinks liquor doesn't mean she's an alcoholic who only thinks about getting drunk and wasted all the damn time.
Just because a girl dances on dark places with flickering lights and loud music doesn't mean she wants every boy to notice her graceful and alluring moves.
Just because a girl goes out every Friday night doesn't mean she's less than the girl who stays in her bedroom and sleeps.
When you see Ruby drinking beer or tequila, or any hard drink , you name it, I hope you'll notice the disgusted face she makes when she gulps every shot. I hope you'll feel the burning sensation warming up her cold, lonely heart. I hope you'll think that she is trying to drown all of her ill thoughts, depressing self-arguments and hopeless prayers.
When you see Ruby sexily swaying her hips, lithely waving her hands in the air, and charmingly flipping her hair, I hope you'll be amazed at how light-footed she is because truth be told, dancing is her passion. I hope you'll notice the way she closes her eyes to push away vivid painful memories. I hope you'll see the invisible tears she purposely turned into body sweat. I hope you'll feel the longing in her heart for that particular someone's arms to wrap around her waist and not just anybody else's.
When you still see Ruby in the club at 2AM looking like she's not herself anymore because of too much hype, I hope you'll wait a little longer until she storms out from that jam-packed disco. I hope you'll follow her outside that noisy, dark place and make sure she won't stumble because of wet, blurry vision. I hope you'll hear how she tries to submerge the banging electropop music with her favorite sad love songs. I hope you'll feel how empty she is despite of the countless shots her body took because she misses someone who does not even think of her. I hope you'll pat her shoulder and whisper everything's going to be okay soon because on that certain split second, she needs him to kiss her good night.