12 Roses 12 Deaths (EDITING)

Chapter 1

Heads up! This book contains a lot of "foul language" and some sexual content. Don't worry it's no that bad ;)
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Lisa POV's

             I rub my eyes trying to get the blurriness out of them. When I finally manage to open them clearly I turn to my bedside table where my phone loudly vibrates through the glass surface. I groan while debating to take the call, seriously is it so hard to let someone sleep once in awhile? I look at the large digital clock on my bedroom wall and read "7:07". I finally decide to pick up my phone at the last ring.

"Welcome to lazy bitch residence how may I help you?" I answer sarcastically.

"Very funny Lisa, by your tone I'm assuming you're on your daily nap, again. Lisa you promised you'd come down and join us for Matt's party!" She groans.

I instantly recognize Diana's voice on the other line." I know, I know. Look its not too late, I'll be there in half an hour." I answer back.

" Alright ill see you here then, Love ya!" she yells through loud music from her end as she hangs up.

      I groan once again as I toss my phone across the bed. Diana has been part of my shitty group of friends for about three months now and as much as I love her bright humor, her over the top kindness can get a little intolerable.

        I get up from my bed and walk over to my messy white vanity, I look at myself in the mirror and run my hands through my hair, still curled from earlier. I apply some quick makeup and quickly rush to the closet, I'm not one to really have the energy to get ready after a nap. I pull out a skin tight light pink dress that reaches right above my knees. It will do. I put on some quick brown wedges and grab my top necessities, car keys and my phone. Before I leave I quickly make my bed, leaving it unmade has always been a pet peeve of mine. The reason behind it, I have no idea. I take in my appearance one last time, my blond and blue hair is what stands out first, god what an awful choice of colors.

      After the small 15 minute drive I finally pull up to a house already littered with cups all over the lawn. The loud pop music is blasting so loud through the house I can feel it vibrate through my car. To my surprise the house looks packed despite it being a school night. I finally spot a parking spot not too far from the house. I get down and make my way to the house, not even two steps on the lawn and some guy who looks like he's had too much to drink falls right in front of me. I stop to look at him for a second and his eyes look up at mine to look at me.

"Heyyyy baby, looking to have a good time?" he slurs at me from the floor as saliva drips from the corner of his mouth.

"Fuck off, dumb drunk" I say through gritting teeth as I step over him and make my way inside.

   I'm instantly shoved into a crowd of drunk and grinding body's, all dancing their own way to the music. I finally manage to squeeze myself out of the crowd and into a small space where people haven't crowded yet. The area reeks of cheap vodka causing my nostrils to flair in slight pain. I take in my surroundings are finally realize why I'm surrounded by the stench of vodka, I'm in the kitchen, where all the drinks are lined up in a disorganized way all over the counters and island counters.

     I'm not very fond of vodka, but honestly I could use a drink right now, before I reach the counter for a drink a huge wave of frat guys come running my direction with a guy at the top of all their hands as they all yell some rave I can't understand. Before I can move out of the way I'm dragged away with the guys. God Matt's party's always get out of hand, its unbelievable. I try to squeeze out once again but I don't seem to be getting anywhere when a sudden hand from a large crowd reaches out and hands me a red cup. I look up to see who gave me the drink only to find nothing but more crowds of dancing people. I spot a small unattended spot and quickly jump for my opportunity of freedom.

       Whoever gave me the drink was probably a guy from the rave who managed to see my earlier attempts at getting a drink. It really isn't anything from the usual to be handed drinks like this anyway.I take a huge gulp from the red cup and quickly regret it, it burns through my throat and I start coughing from the sudden burning sensation. What kind of drink is this?

       I put the drink down and struggle to make my way back to the kitchen. On my way there my mouth starts filling up with something, saliva? I reach the kitchen and spit whatever formed in my mouth, but when I do I quickly back away, blood spattered all over the sink, not saliva. What the hell is going on?

     I run back into the main hall hoping to spot Diana or someone I recognize. My vision suddenly begins to grow hazy, and I begin to panic. The music is sounding faint and all I'm hearing now is my heart beating hard against my chest. My head is pounding and I'm grabbing onto the nearest piece of furniture to steady me. This is different, something was in my drink. Did I get roofied? Nausea reaches my throat and I grab onto the railing, someone has to be upstairs that can help me. If I was drugged I need to get away from anyone who's disgusting enough to take advantage.