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The sound of glass shattering to nothing but broken shards suddenly brings me back to my senses. My head snaps up, vague images of my surroundings attacking my eyes and firmly planting a question in my mind.

Where am I?

Slightly alarmed, I rapidly jump up from the hard surface I was seated on but instantly regret that as a wave of nausea hits me like a rock. I jumble forward, the room surrounding me shifting like crazy, leaving me disoriented and confused. The constant sensation of falling over follows me as I leave the safety of the harsh surface behind me.

White. My surroundings are white. Occasionally, my vision clears up a little bit and I vaguely make out the shape of small squares against the walls. I find a mirror, a white porcelain sink that feels pleasantly cold under my fingertips. I quickly firm my grip as the room shifts once again before I let go, carefully stepping backward.

I don't want to be here...

I leave the white room behind me and venture into the darkness that follows after it. My feet live their own life as they stumble forward and the faith I have in my balance becomes lesser and lesser as I swerve sideways, my shoulder slamming into a solid wall.

Quietly, I groan when dimmed noises cloud my mind, filling the void the absence of thoughts leaves behind. I just decide to go with it, my head hanging low as I make my way towards the sounds, my hand gliding over the wall for the much-needed support.

The noise might know where I am, right?

I slowly push open a door, the muscles in my arm giving in multiple times and limply falling along my body before I finally succeed. But then I'm in the light again and the now unfiltered noise lands on my eardrums. There are people everywhere, their arms and legs flailing around weirdly to the sickening beats that fill the new room I entered.

What the heck is this?

My body feels so heavy as I lean against the doorframe, narrowing my eyes as I stare at nothing in particular. It's nothing but a cloud of colors that mingle before me, vague shapes moving around each other, some way too close as they basically become one. I hardly process anything besides the fact that I have to go through those colors and shapes, separate them to get away from here. So I suck in a shaky breath and try my best to steady myself as I leave the support of the doorframe, stepping forward.

Nothing makes sense anymore, my surroundings barely a blurred mess as I stumble through the dancing crowd. I feel my stomach churning as people bump into me, curse at me. I feel the panic slowly dragging me in its wake and my breathing speeds up. Tears threaten to spill as another wave of dizziness washes over me, now caused by the excessive amount of oxygen in my system.

Why isn't my mind working?

I'm obviously in a room with a lot of people but why am I here? Why is everyone jumping? Faces flash by, disappearing again before I can register them properly, all of them whirling around me in their unidentified patterns. More noises fill the space I'm in, a deep bass making me feel even more nauseous. People scream, laugh, cry, and my ears keep ringing.

Something harshly slams against my back and with a strangled yelp I stagger forwards, only to bump into something else. The room spins again and I have to grab onto a random person to keep myself on my feet. The threat to go down is there and despite my jumbled thoughts I just know that I won't get up anymore after that.

That sounds kind of nice, though.

Just giving in to my body's urges and flopping down on the floor. Maybe the noise would leave me alone, maybe everything would stop spinning. Maybe it would make all the shit in my life disappear. Maybe the floor would make me feel much better.