Euphoria: Season 2 Rewrite

2x02, Out of Touch

So I decided to give myself a challenge,

Just a few months ago, Euphoria premiered and wrapped up its second season and most of us fans feel mixed. Though something we all have in common wasn't as par to its first. To me, this was mostly because of this season's wriitng. There were many great ideas introduced going into this second season, however personally: I would have executed them a different way. When a popular tv show has a bad season, their dedicated fans would go out of their way to rewrite the entire seaseon. I've been waiting months for someone to take up the pedestal only, I got tired of waiting. Guess it's up to me to fix this mess of a season. That said, this took months for me to plan out so I hope you guys enjoy this first chapter. I'm incredibly busy within my academic life so this story's completion depends on how much you guys want it. This story will be released on multible fanfiction platforms so if you want this to continue, spread the life whichever way you can.

With that said, my first decision in re-writing Euphoria was to not rewrite the first episode. The season two premiere was perfect and I'm not going to touch on what isn't broken. However Elliot will not be present within this entire story so forget Elliot was in the premiere............................. Did that? Good. Now onto episode two:

It seemed like a century ago when the students of East Highland chanted to the stroke of midnight. They were just about ready to put their past behind them, Except, the past has a funny way of catching up to you. That's what happened to Nate Jacobs. After an entire quarter of torturing his peers and loved ones, he faced the consequences of his actions by being tortured himself- literally. He was beaten to a pulp by the school's drug dealer. He knew he deserved it. But it didn't hurt as badly as everyone else made it look. How could it hurt when the sluttiest girl in the school was sitting at your crotch bewitting your every command?

The next thing Nate knew, he was being dragged out of the New Years party by Maddy, McKay, and Cassie, who all failed to communicate how to put his six foot five frame in the backseat of an SUV. If Nate could move any muscle, he'd use it to shut all of them up. Though it was decided Maddy and Cassie would sit in the back while McKay drove to the hospital. The setup, from what Nate could hear in and out of consciousness, was Cassie's idea. He could predict she made it this way to be as close to him as possible. And why wouldn't she? Her blue, daunting, eyes were the last thing Nate saw before he blacked out for the night.

Nate hated losing consciousness. While awake, he was the puppet master: thriving on the ability to control others around him. Though when asleep, those ties came loose. He's brought into a state of mind he had no control over sublimating him into nightmares.

There's one particular nightmare Nate's been having the past few weeks. It began just like this: alone and isolated in his truck as he drove towards nowhereland. The vehicle was surrounded by a dark, piercing blue light. And with the inability to combat this interference, He had no choice but to keep his composure and see where the light took him.

"Every week, Nate would have this nightmare. It always began the same way, driving in the middle of the night to what seemed like hell."

Eventually, a yellow light would beam through the overglass. Though with how many times he's had this dream, the sudden light became tolerable with time. Did the light always have to be yellow? And why did it always lead him to the same place? That place being the Motel right next to the diner. But the motel was less in reality and more of an Andy Warhol recreation. If he had a choice Nate would stay outside the strange fixated motel, freeze to death if heaven allowed him. Though his consciousness had no control of his actions and therefore, he stepped inside.

"And every time he would open the Motel Door. Only to realize inside wasn't a motel at all. It was a family photo album, and one that should never be opened."