Her heart pounds like a drum at her rib cage as the adrenaline courses through her veins. Her petite hips swaying perfectly in time with the rhythm of the music, as her dark chocolate curls cascaded over her shoulders, bouncing in a frenzy as her body moves. The dim lights surround her, giving her just enough lighting to make out people's faces from a closer distance. Moving light beams, flashing colored lights, and laser beams fill the musky air making the natural high given from the dancing that much stronger. She feels alive; this place is her home, her sanctuary, the dance floor. She throws her head back as the bass drops and the song begins to pick up. The floors vibrate from the loud noises being produced behind the DJ stand and through the powerful PA system. More people gather around the young woman as she continues to dance, her body grinding flawlessly along with the song. She lets her body loose getting entirely lost in the music and the atmosphere of the night club.
As the night continues on she begins to dance with complete strangers, the dance floor is packed to the capacity. Her body currently grinding against a man, his cheap and musky cologne fills her nostrils as she sways against his groin, her hips slicing through the air with precision. Beads of sweat form on her forehead, lining her hair line as the room begins to feel warm from all of the body heat surrounding her. She takes her hands, running them up her form, outlining the contours of her small body frame. She doesn't have a care in the world at this moment in time, it's as if all of her outside problems dissipate as she feels the strong beat surging through her body. The man slowly places his hands on her hips with a firm grip and pulls her delicate frame closer to him, wanting to be as near to her as possible. His masculine fingers dig into her pelvic bone as he sways along with her. She can hear him breathing in her ear, his warm breath tickles as her upper neck and he takes one hand from her hip and pushes the flowing curls to one side over her shoulder. She can smell the stale cigarettes and mass amounts of different alcohols on his breath as his breathing gets heavier. He takes her by the hips once more, as she begins to feel uneasy. He dips his head down, kissing sloppily up her neck. The stubble of his facial hair scratches at her soft skin, making her squirm. Finally reaching her ear, he begins to nibble on it, he starts off gentle but it soon becomes rough and aggressive. She was just looking for a dance, but is seems he wanted much more. She begins to feel dizzy, closterphobic.
She doesn't like men.
She's never liked men, she classifies them as gross. The thought of being with one makes her stomach churn to the point of pure sickness. She finally realized she was gay when she began to fall for an Irish girl in her grade 10 class. She was mesmerized by the Irish girl from the moment she walked into her first block English class. Her and her family moved to Newcastle from Derry. They never spoke, she never had the courage to speak to the one person she so longed to befriend. Anytime she would think about opening her mouth just to say a simple hello, it was if her speech was disabled, her throat would tighten up and her mouth would become dry enabling the speech. She was mute when it came to her. She would sit in class day after day, watching her and her every movement as she performed simple tasks effortlessly. Her body was her other weakness, the Irish girl had legs for days and a petite yet long frame. It was pure beauty in her eyes. The way she walked was casual but with a sexy twist mixed into it. Finally one day just as soon as the Irish girl had come into her like, she was gone. Her family had decided to go back to Derry, where the girl originated from, due to her grandmother becoming very ill.
The brunette pushed the man's hands off of her hips quickly, scurrying away from him, needing fresh air and a place to properly breathe. It was if the room was closing in on her, an uncomfortable feeling washed over her making her skin crawl. She pushed through the crowd of people, a small drip of sweat glistening down from her eyebrow, the salty taste invading her mouth. A man's thick and stern voice could be heard faintly over the blaring music, it sounded angry. Without a doubt it was probably the voice of the same man she had been dancing with not too long ago. The musky air was thick in her lungs, the smell of alcohol and mixtures of different perfumes and colognes was becoming too much for her as she picked up the pace of her walk, turning it into a slight jog in her stilettos.
