CAMERON MONAGHAN IMAGINES

Bloody Knuckles. (Ian)

Your poor eardrums have taken an incredible amount of abuse during the music festival thus far. With a constant flow of hardcore Electronic music, ringing in the ears is an additional piece of music.

The sea of sweaty humans bobbing up and down is daunting. Drugged out bodies kissing, yelling, and being obnoxious is not something you desire getting lost in. There are maybe 2,000 people in the packed moshpit.

Your phone vibrates in your front short pocket. "Ian!!" There's an intense vibration of your vocal chords, but the sound is drowned out by the music. "Where are you?!!" You hope that came out okay...or that he could hear it.

"The center! Very center! CENTER!!" He must not be able to hear himself either. It's definitely louder where he is.

"Coming!" You scream before hanging up.

Time to dig in the moist flesh.

You take a deep breath in. This would be your last clean intake of oxygen before breathing in strangers CO2. You begin weaving from the back in. The middle should be around 100 feet away. Everyone is wet, surely those are bodily juices. If you had Ian by your side to experience the gruesome conditions with you, this wouldn't be so bad. You cringe, knitting your eyebrows together and attempting to keep your head up, combing the crowd for orange hair.

The strangers' mindless dancing bumps you, making you bounce harshly off various people. You're tossed around like a rag doll, trying your best to remain on your feet. At one point, you have to catch yourself on someone's shoulders. There were too drugged to notice, luckily.

Possibly 80 feet in. Let's check. You spring up to peek yourself above the jumping heads. You spot where you'd started. To your dismay, you'd only buried yourself about 50 feet in.

You bite your lip and continue your journey. Don't give up. The strong idea pops in your head that you may have subjected yourself to this claustrophobia and never find Ian. At your homecoming dance, 2 years ago, you lost your friends in a crowd of 200. It was like trying to find a needle in a haystack. But, that needle is orange.

Keep going.

You rattle around and sweat visibly drenches your body. Someone might figure you'd gotten out of the shower. You're not fresh at all though. These are other people's moisture.

This whole journey will surely bruise your feet. Your poor toes have taken the abuse of 150 pound people stomping your bones. Tonight, the adrenaline will diminish and they're going to hurt like a bitch.

You come upon a pressure point of about 15 people packing tight against your twig of a body. They're pushing you on all sides. You put your hands together to dig through a crack between two people, but every corner is too tight. You aren't getting out of this for a long time.

"Hey, baby." A voice rumbles in your ear, exciting you.

"Ian!" You whip to you side.

Your meet eyes with a brown eyed attractive man. His facial features are striking and chiseled.

"H-hi."

He flashes a grin that stretches absurdly wide. This is when you notice his dilated pupils.

He gets a tight hold on your hips, pulling you into his crotch. "YEAHHH!!!!" He yells over the booming music.

You praud at his stomach, behind you. Something long and stiff pokes you backside, moving up and down with his jumping.

This is foul. Your throat tightens and you gasp for air, trying to pry him off you.

His sweat seeps through his shirt and sticks to your skin.