The loud music made my ears pound. Peoples' voices blended together except for the snippets of conversations I would get as I walked by different groups. The red solo cup grew wet in my hand from the soda rolling down the sides and sweat on my palm.
I tried focusing on the song playing but it wasn't my type of music. Two people came walking towards me and I raised my arms making room for them to pass.
The bathroom door became closer, I was surprised no one was in line. I looked around and noticed people's eyes on me. That was rare, my clothes were bland colors and my hair wasn't bright, I barely spoke or went out, what made me so interesting now?
When I reached the door I heard moaning and the sound of lips smacking together. "Might not want to go in there!" someone called. That was why, they wanted to see what would happen with me and the people in the bathroom. I rolled my eyes, why would you hook up in a bathroom when so many people were already doing it out here?
I had been in this house before. My best friend was the host, I saw them across the room talking to a group of people. I wanted to ask them if I could use the bathroom upstairs but I already knew the answer.
My boots made a low thumping noise as I ran up the steps. The music was getting lower, but not really. As I walked down the hallway I heard giggling and the sound of springs. Another couple was hooking up, but in the parent's bedroom. I froze and stared at the bathroom door before turning towards the door of the bedroom.
I took the a deep breath. I began banging on the bedroom door as I shouted, "PARENTS ARE GONNA BE PISSED BETTER GET OUT!"
I heard whispering and shrieks of delight and fear which confused me. Before the couple could catch me I ran to the bathroom and shut the door and locked it behind me.
I slid down the door and sighed once I hit the tile floor. I ran my hand through my hair. I took a sip of soda, the taste made me feel queasy so I spit it back into the cup.
The bright lights hurt my eyes, I turned the tiny lamp on the toilet on before turning off the overhead light. I took another sip of soda, I felt it run down my throat as I closed my eyes. Another pop song began playing downstairs but it muffled.
I opened my eyes. The reflection of the tiny lamp shone in the mirror over the sink.
I sat up again and turned the lamp off before sitting back down in complete darkness. My eyes slowly adjusted and soon I could see everything in the small bathroom.
I liked the dark. It helped me think. It made me feel calm. I tried to focus on things beside the party but memories came flooding into my mind.
You should come! It'll be fun!
Come on! It's a party!
Honey you should go, it'll be good for you.
My stomach churned. I leaned over and puked into the toilet. I blindly reached for the handle and heard the water and throw up being flushed. I spit and coughed up the rest of what was in my stomach. I started dry heaving, my chest went up and down as my muscles tightened.
I wanted to drink something. The soda in the red solo cup was probably a bad idea, it would most likely make me puke again. I stumbled over to the sink and turned it on. Cool water flowed into my cupped hands, I waited until it was overflowing. I hesitantly brought my hands to my lips. The water slid down my throat like the soda but it didn't make me feel nauseous.
The silence was beginning to bother me after I turned the sink off. I pulled my phone out of my back pocket and sat down again. The screen brightness hurt my eyes so I turned it down. I plugged my earbuds into the headphone jack before putting them into my ears.
I scrolled through YouTube the little phase the internet had about the whole song playing from another room interested me. I could always listen to the music playing downstairs, but it wasn't music I liked and I could barely hear the lyrics from up here, let alone the entire song from the talking. I pressed a Lana Del Rey song and it began playing.
I took a deep breath. My stomach started cramping so I layed down on my side. Sweat rolled down the side of my clammy face. In, out. In, out. I thought, trying to make sure my breathing wouldn't become shallow.
My eyes became heavy, they were soon shut and I waited to fall asleep as my YouTube playlist continued playing. When the song I was listening to faded out, I let sleep consume me.
