Colorless

Chapter 3

We walk into the club and I can feel the energy. I can feel the music throwing off the beat of my heart, but in a good way; the best way. I'm a stay-in girl. I'm a "don't get into any trouble" girl. I'm a boring girl. But not tonight; tonight I can go all out and leave all my worries behind me. Tonight I don't have to worry about the pressures of school, my sister, True Sight. I don't have to worry about anything.

"Hey Ty! Take this." Izzy hands me a shot glass.

"What is this?" I scream over the music.

"Something called a 57 T-Bird? I don't know, just drink up. I got five more coming." I down the shot, and it's not pretty. I go into a coughing fit and Izzy starts laughing.

"Shut up Marsha." I laugh back. Jackson came around with the shots and three taller drinks. Izzy downs two shots and goes on to drink one of the taller ones. I watch her as she does it all and surprisingly she seems unaffected by the burning sensation I felt a moment before. She just drinks, laughs, and keeps on drinking. She catches me staring and smiles.

"I go out without you girl, sorry." She shrugged and turned back to Jackson with a widened smile. She took the tray of drinks from him, places them down on the table we found ourselves standing next to and dragged him out to the dance floor. I watch them as they maneuver around the other people and disappear. I turn to the table and stare down at the drinks.

You wanted a night out to get away, right? Then do it. You deserve it.

I pick up one of the shots and down it quickly, but the burn still gets to me. I cough a bit but then drink one of the taller drinks, just like Izzy. She seems like she is having fun, and I want to have fun too. I turn towards the dance floor that swallowed up Izzy and Jackson not too long ago, then I walk straight to it. As soon as I could position myself in there, of course bumping into people and being stepped on a couple of times myself, I started dancing. That's when it hits me. I get a bit lightheaded and I feel my surroundings beginning to slow down or my pace picks up, I can't really tell. But I start to feel the music, and all of a sudden, nothing can stop me. I dance and dance and I feel amazing. I can feel myself smiling and I just can't help it. I never want this to end.

"Hey," I hear someone call behind me. I turn to face the voice to find a taller, light-haired- blonde I've been taught - built guy staring down at me. "You look good out here." I smile I try to say something to thank him but nothing comes out but laughter. "So I see you have enjoyed the drinks." He starts talking but I zone out, still slightly moving my hips to the beat of the music blasting all around us. "... so you want to?"

"Want to what?" I say loudly.

"Come with me. Get out of here." He says with a smirk that automatically makes me uneasy.

"Oh, I can't. Sorry." I take a step back from him and turn to look around. I can feel this uncomfortable feeling pushing down on me and all I want to do is find Izzy. "I actually came with some people so I'm just going to-"

"Oh, I know." He said, cutting me off quickly. I turn to him and his whole demeanor has changed. Instead of him being this sweet-looking guy hitting on some random, he seemed edgy and dark; evil. "Izzy, right? And the guy, what's his name," he pretended to struggle with his memory as I took another step away from him. "Jackson, yes. Your friend is quite the chatty one. Just couldn't wait to open her mouth about how she had gotten her shut-in friend to go out tonight. Tyler Carver: of the Loris."

"I'm sorry, I don't know what you are talking about." I say, stumbling to find my words.

"I'm sure you don't, but still. I have a job to do so you are coming with me." He closes the space between us quicker than my mind can process, then reaches out to grab me. As he reaches out, I silently pray not to see a burst of colors, but as his skin comes into contact with mine, black and white is still all I can see.