💫Freddie + Izacc💫 «x Male Reader»

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Mindless.

That's all you are when you enter the club. The building that appears dark at night on the outside, but the inside is brighter than morning. More exciting than morning even. Bright neon lights and heavy bass beats can never compare to the natural rays of sun and melodic tweeting of birds.

A wave of new perceptions flows around your body after stepping inside the unknown territory.

I don't have to hide who I am here.

You immediately make your way to the bar, sitting down on a velvety barstool that contrasts with your cheap ripped jeans you bought from the thrift store.

I should be saving my money.

After ordering your drink you wonder how you're going to relieve the great depression that's started in your bank account. How are you supposed to pay for this? Use your credit card and go more into debt?

I'll go homeless.

You'll go homeless. Then you'll starve and perish away, as if you're not already killing yourself with the mounds of alcohol you just subconsciously took in. The thoughts. They ruined you. What else could you have thought of to make yourself accidentally drown in your mind?

Stop over thinking.

Your head is pounding. It's pounding to the beat of the music actually. Like a drummer using you as his drum, hitting you hard with his drum sticks, bruising you up as you lie there.

Helpless.

Nothing else to do, you lay back with your elbows resting on the counter, watching people swaying to the music. By themselves or with a partner. Even groups. They all seemed they were enjoying themselves.

Are they happy?

Suddenly a girl approaches you. You barely make out her face, her hair brightened with the flashy lights. Pink. Her hair is pink. Or maybe the colour isn't pink and it's all in your head. "Alcohol makes you think funny." You remind yourself. Nothing to worry about.

"Ya wanna dance or somethin'? Ya look bored, mate." She smiles at you, twisting her cotton candy hair.

You say nothing. Absolutely nothing. You're not even looking at her. What are you looking at?

She waves a hand over your face, getting no reaction from you. Next thing you know, she's gone after one heavy blink of your eyes.

All of it is getting to your head now. The music starts driving you insane. The lyrics digging into your skull, pecking at every last nerve in your brain. The lights are digging into your eyes like the sunlight on a magnifying glass. Maybe the nature of the sun and birds weren't so different after all. Irritated, you push yourself out of your seat and shove your way through the crowd. Of course, you weren't thinking, as usual, and you bumped into the wrong person. You get slammed and kicked down, already feeling the dread of having to deal with bruises later.

"Watch where you're going, dumbass fuck!" The man spits on you, but you get up, not knowing what in the hell was going on in your mind but you did it anyways. You swung as hard as you could into the man's face. You knew it was a grave mistake moments before you black out.

I'm weak.

You wake up, expecting to be in your bed but instead you're still on the floor of the club. The hell that was mistaken for heaven. A place where you thought you could run away to anytime you had conflict.

You can't.

You can't run away from your problems like that you IDIOT.

After gaining the smallest amount of energy you could possibly gather, you finally get up, wandering off to what might be the direction of the bathrooms. Maybe it'll be safe there. You rest your hand on your throbbing head and lean on a wall, not caring about your surroundings until you focus your eyes more.