Endlessly

Day one

"What a dump," I said, slamming shut the door of my 1997 camery. Across the street The Gully stood, wedged inbetween an abandoned office building and a deteriorating laundr-o-mat. Only the first three letters of the sign still worked, spelling out Gul. In english class we learned that Gul meant rose. How ironic that such a ramshackle building could be labeled by a beautiful rose. As I pulled open the faded metal handle of the door, my stomach began to lurch. Something didn't feel right. I stopped in the entryway and looked around. The walls were plastered with pictures, signatures, and posters; there wasn't an inch of white space. In the far right corner there was a mirror with intricate gold rimming and a coppery finish. The air was thick with smoke and music.

Three drinks later, I wasn't even bothered by the fact that they guy next to me was grinding a little too close or that I had lost my shoes somewhere along the way. I liked the stale taste of beer going down my throat, and the buzz it gave me. I was actually really starting to enjoy myself. I scanned the room to find Cat so I could thank her for convincing me to come. She was nowhere in sight. She's probably at the bar again, I thought. But when I walked over to the counter, only a crying woman sat on a stool venting to the bartender. She better not have left me, I thought, I'll just check to make sure her car is still here. I stumbled around body after body until I finally pushed open the heavy door marked EXIT. I found myself in the back alley that I could only imagine was used for smoking cigarettes. In fact, the alley was seemingly empty, apart from two large trashcans and several overturned boxes. Just as I was turning to walk back in the Gully, I heard a noise from behind the trashcan. Oh hell no. I do not do scary noises. So I tried opening the door, but of course, it was locked. Fuck. I tried again, nothing. The next time I put my full body into it. Again, nothing. Calmly, I reached into my jacket pocket for my phone, only to come out empty handed. I had left it in the car just in case some old perv asked for my number, I could honestly say that I didn't have a phone. Well shit. After a few moments of deliberation, I brushed off the nauseous feeling the alley gave me, and walked towards the big green dumpsters. Even though my buzz was beginning to fade, I was still incredibly loopy and couldn't help stumbling my way through the darkness. Suddenly a cold hand grabbed hold of my ankle, sending my whole body flaling down to the hard, damp gravel. I remember smelling lavender, and hearing a light hum, but it felt so distant. Everything went black.