The Rings

[ eighteen ]

[ Skye ]

The music was pounding through my head, the flashing lights blinding me as people bumped into me, knocking me against things. My phone started to buzz in my pocket, so I did my best to compose myself to answer it. It was my mother.

"Skye!" My mother shrieked, almost deafening me. "I hope you're not at another party! Simon told me everything. How you betrayed him and left him on his own. And your grades are dropping!"

That lying, cheating little... I wanted to start apologising to my mum and saying I would try better, but I couldn't say a word. My head was spinning like a tea cup ride, but at one million miles per hour.

"Answer me, Skye!" She barked. "Where are you, I'l come and pick you up? Skye? Skye!" 

"I-I can't--"

"What Skye? Skye, you're not talking sense, have you been drinking?" 

"M-Mum-I can't--" I couldn't speak. My lips were quivering and I was blinking slowly, it was like everything was going in fast motion and I couldn't do much but sit and watch it all.

"Skye, what's going on!? I'm coming right now!"

"No!" I managed to form at least one word right.

"Skye, you're going to get yourself expelled!" She yelled. I could almost picture her, fumbling her keys and doing everything two times faster, waving her arms around in distress. "I'm on my way!"

I dropped the phone as I fell to my knees and looked around. People's faces turned to me. I expected them to pick me up and shake me to wake me up, or find the host of the party, but instead they started to laugh at me. They all looked terrible, their skin peeling and their eyes bloodshot and bright red. Their hands were scabbed and torn up as they tried to snatch at me. Soon, I couldn't smell alcohol or cigarette smoke, but rotting bodies and a coppery scent - blood.

I may have been completely wasted, or just plain ill, but I suddenly didn't feel so bad as I became consious of the fact that it was time to leave. As I fell backwards, I tried to scream or at least cry out, but my throat was clogged up with thick liquid.

I started to feel sick too and as I found myself caught up in a corner, pressed against some sharp, broken beer bottles, my classmates, still hollering things at me and now starting to throw things too, as they struggled to stand up, ambling towards me.

No, I don't want to die! I don't want to die! I thought, panicking and looking around for some kind of weapon.

I didn't have a chance however as one of the vile figures snatched my arm with his crusty and bleeding out hands. I started to scream, for real this time, but not before the gross form of man started to shake me, his eyes wide with worry.

"Skye!" He yelled, over and over. "Wake up, Skye! Skye, it's me, it's OK!"

He blurred out before me as I tried to focus on him. When he finally did focus again, I saw that it was Niall, leant over me as I lay across the cold kitchen floor. "It's alright, it was just a dream, it's not real." He cooed, sighing.

I was breathing heavily and my hands were trembling as I searched around me for my phone. However it was nowhere to be found. Niall let out a shaky breath as he glanced around him briefly. His eyes caught on something.

He leant over me and when he leant back again, in his hands he held the two bottles of whiskey, gazing between me and the bottles in perplexity, his blue eyes wide with confusion.

"Jesus Christ, Skye!" He yelled, in disbelief. "Did you drink both of these!?"

No, I only drank one and a half because Charlotte drank half of one. "No..." I said, but he didn't look convinced.