12 Roses 12 Deaths (EDITING)

Chapter 2

Diana's POV

I move my hips to the rhythm of Go Girl by Pitbull, the sweat of grinding body's fills the crowded living room, a stench that we've all become immune to. The drinks I've had don't seem to be enough to make me feel the slightest bit juiced. Unsatisfied with only being slightly tipsy I make my way out of the crowd while still keeping my hips in movement. I make my way to the kitchen where all the booze is stashed away.

The bright red cups scattered all over the place scream "Don't Drink me" right as I walk in. Honestly Matt's method of "prepping" drinks before the party, is an easy way to slip a drug in any of these drinks. I bend to my knees and open the cabinet next to the dishwasher where the clean glass bottles of cherry vodka are located. I open the bottle and without hesitation take a large drink strait from the bottle. Still won't be enough.

I pull out my phone curious to what time it is. 8:22 flashes bright from my phone screen, its been slightly over an hour since I called Lisa. She's either very late or didn't bother to show up, wouldn't be the first time. I'll definitely call her out on this one.

I became friends with Matt almost a year ago, I was 18 at the time and freshly graduated from high school. It was my dads idea to send me to college right after high school and apparently five hours away from home was what I needed. I connected with Matt the moment we met, and before I knew it his friends became my friends. I wasn't ever fond of the idea of sharing a dorm room with a stranger, which is where Matt came into the rescue. He broke the stereo type long ago that only guys could live in a fraternity, all our friends live here and that includes me.

A sudden weight crashes against my feet and I quickly jolt up from my phone and look at the disaster at my feet. I silently let out a giggle at the sight of the poor lightweight that got drunk and met his end at my feet. I gently kick him off and walk out of the kitchen leaving the vodka on the counter, I'll just stay sober tonight.

I enter the still very crowded living room, I stand on my tipi toes in hopes of spotting someone I know. If I'm staying sober I might as well be social. If only Lisa would have shown up i wouldn't be in this situation, unless she did show up but didn't bother to say hi.My eyes land on pink hair popping up from the couch and I instantly recognize the familiar colored hair, it has to be Kate. I begin to shove people left and right trying to reach one of my many friends.

As I am about two feet away from Kate, a guy comes into view as well. My eyes go wide in surprise when I see what situation Kate has herself in. A guy with dirty blond hair has his hands hoisted on Kate's hips as she grinds on him back and forth, their tongues deep into each others throats, oblivious as to how out of hand their make-out session has turned. I turn around and make my way as far away from them as possible.

Kate has always been very open about her constant one-night-stands, as a matter of fact, she shows them off like some kind of trophy on how many guys she's slept with. For a twenty year old, she's extremely wild and outgoing. I envy how carefree she is and how confident she carries herself despite any judgement. Her character is what probably drives so many people to her. Despite her free spirit I don't bother to disrupt her new one night stand. She's made it very clear how she doesn't want to be interrupted during one of her make-out sessions, and anything that may lead after that.

I turn around and begin to make my way out of the living room. I end up in the main hallway which is now a slightly bit more empty. Maybe I'll just call it a night, I've lost motivation to do anything else. Though before I can take another step, a sudden loud crash comes from the second floor.

My eyes quickly jolt to look at the large staircase leading to the second floor. My heart beats fast in my chest and my stomach turns. Everyone else around barely acknowledges the sound, they probably think its some fight outbreak or people enjoying themselves too much upstairs, but I can guarantee that its not.

No one is supposed to be upstairs, all the doors are locked and there is absolutely nothing to do up there. We've always locked the doors to the bedrooms upstairs to prevent people from getting into our rooms. "Its probably just some drunk that broke something" I think to my self. Though I can't seem to convince myself that it was nothing. Something doesn't feel right. The sound was faint but not too faint to be unheard through the music. I keep my eyes on the stairwell, I urge my body to move, but something keeps me in place. " Move Diana! Get Matt to open the doors!' my inner thoughts yell, but I don't budge.

Why does something feel so off?