This is Euphoria

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"Dj got us falling in love" Usher
Have I seen you before, I think I remember
those eyes, eyes, eyes

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May 12, 2015.
00:16. Athena.

I bestow the entirety of my concentration on the clock. I prompt that if my stare is adamant enough, time will advance faster.

My theory is refuted when the hands of the clock accelerate at a steady, tortuously consistent pace.

I don't mean to claim the throne as the infamous downer, but the party scene isn't something I care to embody tonight.

I give up all together and rise from the ottoman in a quest for Leslie.

I carry myself through swarms of boozers and smile at those lost in the crowd who call my name.

I avoid colliding into those who have seized a form of delirium. They're turbocharged in consequent of the alcohol or stronger substances, often times both.

The whole 'other substance' world terrifies me and always has, so much that I try and do everything in my capability to steer clear of it completely. The thought of something being able to hook you so quickly only to convulse your every thought, feeling and action is so bloodcurdling to me. I presume it's more of an ascendancy affair than anything else; the principle of something encompassing so much power over another suchlike the dominance the substance tantalizes against the abuser.

After minutes of aimlessly rummaging throughout, the signature chestnut brown hair I've grown use to flashes across my vision.

"Vera!" I call. I can barely hear my own voice over the thunderous music. It takes me tapping her shoulder before she finally turns around.

"Oh, Athena! Hey," she cheers happily.

"Have you seen Leslie? She's suppose to give me a ride," I tell her.

She bites on her lip but even so a smile creeps on them. Her round eyes are fastened on something beyond me, so look in the same direction.

At last, I find Leslie. Except, much to my surprise may I add, I find her guzzling down copious amounts of beer. She hasn't even bothered to get a cup, she's drinking straight from the keg!

Great. There goes my ride home.

"I have to go," I mumble to Vera. It's impossible that she could have even heard me, but I walk away regardless.

Navigating the front door was a journey, but when I reach it, I throw myself out of the house.

The ringing in my ears eventually fades into the cry of the wind.

In comparison to the ordinary May nights, tonight is abnormally chilly.

The high waisted shorts and thin shirt I'm wearing are providing no insulation concerning the brisk night.

Frigid means are inching beneath the loose fabric of my shirt raising goosebumps to the surface of my arm.

A shiver courses down my spine causing every nerve to twitch. On cue, my arms wrap around my body as an act to preserve as much body heat as possible.

I consider going back inside as though I have no way to get home, but I would much rather battle the cold than drunken frat boys. Frat boys always have a tendency to hang around me and they get way too touchy feely.