This idea came to me during a French exam. Kinda used some of my own memories and made a story out of it. Not entirely sure where it's going. If you like it review, if you don't review.

Lyrics are from "I Am A Revenant" by The Distillers

17th June

"Another year has passed and I'm alright

Lick the salt from my wounds and run into the night,"

Dara sings along with the radio, in The Punk Rock café, where she works as a barista. Who would of thought she'd survive? Who'd of thought she'd make it?

True, she was 17 living in shared accomodation and earning less than minimum wage, but she had never felt so alive.

The friends she had made were now her family. Nothing else mattered, especially nothing from the past.

"One expresso," orders a girl.

Dara starts making it, when a cacophony comes from the doorway as a crowd of guys enters the café.

She checks them out one by one, Nice eyes, nice ass she thinks. Then she sees a familiar shock of bleach blonde hair. She gasps. The same lip ring, the same cluster of freckles around the nose.

Same lime green eyes.

That are staring right back at her.

Mike.

And then everything goes black.