All For nothing (ON HOLD)

Prolog

     Something's not right. I thought to myself as my movements began to lose steadiness. Which, believe it or not, has nothing to do with alcohol, as I didn't drink pretty much any of it yet. What is wrong with me? I was totally fine a moment ago. I don't like this but... don't panic girl. I told myself. Though my body seems to have a different opinion and is heavier with each second, while my mind starts to drown in darkness.

    I know I am slowly but surely losing grip on my consciousness and no matter how hard I try, there is apparently nothing I can do to stop my eyes from closing.

    Right before my eyes definitely closed. I caught a glimpse of a pair of the clearest gray eyes I've ever seen. So clear they looked silver, These eyes searched the dance floor and fixed on me. Why? And what's with that frantic look?

    I opened my mouth and found out, I cannot make a sound. I am mostly calm but whatever is wrong with me right now, is seriously bad. Unable to move a muscle anymore, feeling ten-times heavier than I normally do, I could almost see a reflection of my terrified look in these silver eyes.

    Who is this stranger anyway? I wondered. Well, at least until this strange dizziness took completely over me.

    Last thing I knew was how my knees gave out beneath me when I lost sight of the silver eyed look and that I must have been out before I hit the ground, because I never felt the impact.