nyctophilia | dreamwastaken

party

TW: mentions of self-harm

SATURDAY:

3:45 pm...

The soft hum of a call from my phone jolts me awake. I sit up, staring at the books littered everywhere on my bed. When did I fall asleep? I pick up my phone and answer the call. "Hello?" I ask and I hear Niki's hushed voice.

"Hey y/n, I'm just checking in. How's everything?" I cringe, looking around. "It's going great!" I lie and bite my nails. "Okay, I just wanted to let you know that I'm here. I won't be able to respond for the rest of the day, since we're getting most of the big furniture out." I nod, even though I know that she can't see. "Okay, sounds good. Have fun over there!" We end the call and I lay back on my bed, sighing.

I get up and clean my bed before heading downstairs. I quickly fix myself a small meal before heading back into my room, feeling anxious all of a sudden. Right, today is Dream's party. Who knows what's going to happen there? I sigh and drag a hand through my face. 

I decide to get ready, even if it's too early. I know that I'll spend at least thirty minutes trying to figure out an outfit. I decide to wear a gray plaided skirt, pairing it with a white tank top and a black jacket. I smooth myself down, sitting down to do my makeup.

I do a simple eyeliner look with some highlights, adding a bit of blush and lip gloss. I add mascara before brushing my brows. When I finish, I grab my vans and slip them on. Dream said that the party starts at 6 pm, which seems like an eternity away. I glance at the clock, noting that it's only 4:30 pm.

I go downstairs and do the chores that don't involve me having to get dirty. Cinder follows me around, clearly confused on why Niki isn't here. I hang out with her for a bit, mentally noting to use a roller later to get off all the hair on my jacket. Finally, I check the time for the twentieth time. 

5:40 pm. I sigh and grab my bag, which has everything I need, including Tylenol if I get hammered tonight, a few mints, and an emergency makeup kit. I head out, giving Cinder a few pets and treats before leaving. I note that Niki must have gotten an uber because her car is still here. 

I climb inside and start it. The moment the car hits the road, butterflies erupt in my stomach. I chew nervously on my bottom lip. The last time I had gone out and had fun... I shake my head and focus on the road ahead. This won't be like last time. I won't get arrested or lose friends. I'll have fun and maybe find a guy to sleep with.

I clear my head and let out a tense breath. The moment I pull into Dream's driveway, I feel dread sink heavily into my stomach. Rows upon rows of cars pile the street, and I'm lucky enough to find a spot right next to his house. When I get out, I can already smell the alcohol, and I can already hear the loud hoots of laughter.

I calm myself down and walk towards the entrance, cringing mentally at the number of people hanging out on the front lawn. People who wear shiny dresses and clothes that reveal more than they should glance at me, unbothered. I really hope that no one who went to my high school shows up.

I walk in, and immediately, I see the crowded forms of people, the loud blasting music that seems to bounce, literally bounce, across the walls. I shrink as people start to push me towards the middle of the chaos. I'm about to say something as a man passes me a drink when I see him.

My heart picks up, and I take a deep breath. Dream sits on his couch with a few other people, George and Sapnap behind him. I watch as his eyes light up in amusement, his lips in a permanent grin. His black hoodie with a graphic logo fits snugly on him, his belt holding multiple chains as they dangle onto his thigh. I watch, nervously, as he watches the crowd, looking for someone.