I shove the door open and walk through, trying to just keep my eyes looking straight ahead of me. I'm tired. I can't be bothered with anything.
"Nora, don't be like this," I hear him say as he clutches my arm gently. I sigh and swing around to face him, looking him dead in the eye.
"Don't be like what, Adam? Assertive?" I spit out, my eye twitching to the side of him. Even when I insist I'm being assertive I still feel incredibly awkward - though, luckily, not many people seem to be paying attention. Everyone's either too stupid, too ignorant or too drunk to actually observe what's going on with everyone else, it's always pretty much the same at parties.
"No, it's just, I-"
"It's just you what?" My lips calmly push out while my heart seeks to explode. "You always get your way, seriously, I mean - you always screw with my brain and send me mixed messages and leave me wondering, so the one time that I don't beg for your attention you just think I'm - I don't know - mentally deranged or something?"
Adam flicks his brown hair away from his eyes, only emphasising the confused look upon his face. His hand runs up my arm and stays firm upon my shoulder as he utters the words, "What on earth are you talking about?"
I sigh again and let him guide me over to the window, further away from the dead centre of the room. As I look around I don't see anything interesting going on that I can distract myself with, just some idiots that Adam probably knows taking countless shots, a latenight news show blaring out of the old telly in the corner about a mysterious disease outbreak in rural parts of England and some of my friends in tarty dresses holding cheap beer bottles and flirting with sullen hipsters who look like they've just been dragged out of their dark, dingy flats without enough time to brush their hair or put on socks. Pretty much every party I've been to since I can bother to remember has been pretty similar, with just some room-temperature beer on the tables and pillows thrown around the floor for comfort. If I'm totally honest, I'm not even sure why Adam and I bother to drag ourselves around to these parties. They're all the same and we never really gain anything from them. Sometimes we get a laugh from it; a good story, someone embarrassing themselves - but apparently this time isn't one of those.
A good one or two minutes consisting of me and Adam just kind of looking around silently and avoiding eye contact with each other is broken abruptly with a sigh from his end. My ears perk up and I wait for him to say something. Something annoying and hypocritical, probably. How exciting.
"Nora ... why are you being such a bitch?"
My head swiftly cranks around to face him. No, not face him - to drill my eyes into his skull.
"M-me?" I splutter, my whole body tensing and my eyes widening like they've been taped open. "I ... I'm being a bitch. Okay," I laugh sarcastically, shaking my head and strapping my arms to my hips. Adam rolls his eyes. "I am being a bitch. Yeah, sure, of course! Wow, I'm such a bitch! I mean, obviously it's me being a bitch, I mean, yeah, it's not like you're the one who begs me to come to stupid fucking parties with you then ignores me and treats me like absolute shit once we're there and then expects me to-"
A glass smashes. Some gasps circle around the room and little or no movement can be heard. Every head in the room is filled with fear as they all simultaneously swivel around to face the bathroom door.
There's no doubt that it's making a groaning sound, whatever it is. And I'm pretty certain that there's a stench of decaying flesh kind of coming from it. And maybe - I dunno, I might just be seeing things - it's possible that, through the haziness of fear and the distance it's standing away from me, it has a bright trail of sparkling red liquid dripping from its mouth.
