Psychotic Prolouge

Toxins

           I don't know where I am. 

I don't remember anything.

Wait.

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l was at a party. I didn't want to go. It wasn't my choice. Casey forced me along. 

                                                              The day went like this.

I got to school and participated in class as usual. I sat down, plugged in my earbuds, and did my homework. Talking to other people only as necessary. I would doodle and draw pictures of my boyfriend Casey and, occasionally my other friends, Niu, Triston, and Abaddon.

At lunch Triston had the latest gossip news, (which he often did), and we learned about the party.

I said no.

And Casey said yes.

So I was going. Fantastic.

There we're colored lights that strobed and made my eyes cross.

There was music the burned and bruised my mind, the bass caused my organs to vibrate.

Casey looked at me and attempted to force his voice into my eardrums, trying to beat the music in a battle of sound.

He.... Did not win.

Casey did the wait here hand motion, as he forced his way through people packed like sardines.

The party was popular.

The party was loud.

The party was intimidating.

I don't like people. They scared me, and because Casey disappeared to god knew where, I felt even more vulnerable.

I was a rabbit. 

In a room of wolves. 

I closed my eyes, and held my head. My brain felt like it was going to explode. My skull was pounding from the music and the anxiety.

People pushed me aside, and brushed their bodies against mine trying to get to the dance floor. 

I let them.

And I cried.

A hand brushed my shoulder.

I gazed up, expecting to see my knight, Casey, coming rescue me from the castle of sound and the dragon of touch.

It was.

But it wasn't.

It was Casey, and my brother, Niu.

They helped me up. And took me outside.

Where they gave me a red cup filled with a transparent blue liquid they insisted was punch.

I drank.

And drank.

And

DRANK

I went back inside.

And all I remember.

Blue liquid.

Strobe lights.

Casey's dominate face.

And a floor.

A siren.

An LED light.

And a white room.

Now I stand in my living room.

Screaming for my mother, who will not answer my calls.

Wondering why.

No one will talk to me.