Escaping.

I ran into my apartment and shut the door as quickly as I could, they were chasing me and the only safe place was within the four walls of the only peaceful place I had in this world. By myself, alone.

"Sarah, what is going on?" A voice came from the shadows, apparently I wasn't alone.

"Who is that?" I inquired.

"It's me Jeremie, your french Canadian friend. Remember me?" He stepped from the shadows.

"But how did you get in here?" I said astonished.

"I am one of the only people you have ever let in," he said with his thick accent and walked over to the kitchen. "Who are you running from?"

"Crazy girls, they are everywhere!" I said catching my breath, "and they all trying to catch me and torture me with their mind games."

"Sarah, sit down and have some water," Jeremie opened the cupboards, knowing exactly where everything was without me even telling him, he took out two crystal glasses.

"I barely got away!" I watched him go into the fridge and grab a water bottle from the fridge, unscrewing its top and filling my glass.

"Perhaps they are not all crazy," he said trying to calm me down.

"If she is a girl she is crazy," I said surprised at how I just labeled all girls as being crazy. "at least all the gay or bi ones are super nuts."

"Trust me, the straight ones are just as crazy," Jeremie reached over to a bottle of Grey Goose Vodka and poured it in his glass. "At least most of them."

"Are we doomed to a life of solidarity?" I said hopeful considering the alternative, but secretly hoping to be proved wrong about all girls being crazy.

"We might be," he poured some orange juice in his glass half way full of vodka, "but it doesn't seem that bad, just don't let them get too close so you can walk away later instead of run away."

"You are truly my best friend," I said and lifted my glass in a toast, "who needs a girlfriend with such great friends around."

"Yes, Sarah...Cheers to that," he clanged his glass against mine and we both took a drink.

"You do know, I am going to go out there to the wild again," I said matter-of-factually.

"Of course, but for now take a break, you look exhausted," he said.

"There has got to be at least one person out there who isn't sadistic, jaded or confused," I said thinking out loud. I could always tell Jeremie everything I was thinking and he never judged me.

"Until then," he looked down at his cell phone which was vibrating, perhaps one of his girls, "just go out there, have fun, and if they are crazy come back here and take a break for a little while."