Raine and her Storm

Coma

Stepping onto the pulsating dance floor of the club, I felt the thumping bass reverberating through my body. The neon lights overhead cast a mesmerizing glow on the sea of moving bodies. The music was infectious, a high-energy beat that seemed to synchronize with the pounding of my heart. I let the rhythm take over, and my feet began to move on their own, following the sway of the crowd.

Surrounded by people lost in the music, I felt a sense of liberation wash over me. The worries and stresses of the day faded away as I surrendered to the groove. My body swayed, hips swiveled, and arms waved in response to the music's ebb and flow. It was as if the music was an invisible force guiding my every move.

The lights danced and flickered in time with the beat, creating a kaleidoscope of colors that added to the surreal atmosphere. Sweat glistened on my skin, and I could feel the energy of the crowd pulsating all around me. The collective joy and unity on the dance floor were palpable, and I couldn't help but smile as I shared this moment with strangers who felt like friends in that instant.

As the night wore on, the music evolved, and so did the dance moves. From classic dance steps to the latest trends, I tried it all, experimenting and improvising. It was a world where self-consciousness faded, and the only thing that mattered was the pure joy of dancing. Each beat was a heartbeat, each step a release, and every moment a memory etched in the rhythm of the night.

The song finally coming to an end I look at my best friend and signal that im going to get a drink. Her nodding her head follows me to the bar as we stumble through the crowd of people. The hands and the hair waving in the air as everyone tries to impress the one they want to take home that night, but for me I was just trying to relive the years I had lost. 

The burn of the clear liquid running down my throat warming my chest for the fifth time in the last few minutes. Me and Anastasia had caught the eyes of men who thought buying girls drinks, that meant they were for sure going home with you. Poor men, simple minded creatures is what they are. I won't say anything though, I'll just bat my eyelashes and accept the gifts seeing as they definitely won't remember me in a few hours.

The hours past by without a second thought. I had no idea how much fun this could really be, the dancing and the laughter from tonight made me forget about my current living situation. One I think I should go deal with. 

I walk towards the exit with a mission on my mind and a fury to my steps. Someone must have been looking out for me though because the next thing I know i'm running full force into a wall, a very large brick wall. 

Being lost while drunk is a disorienting and unsettling experience. As I stumbled through the dimly lit streets, the world seemed to spin around me. The alcohol in my system distorted my sense of direction, and even familiar surroundings felt foreign and confusing. Street signs became indecipherable, and I couldn't quite remember where I was supposed to go. Laughter and conversation from nearby bars and clubs only added to the cacophony in my head.

I tried to rely on my phone's GPS, but my unsteady fingers struggled to type in my destination. The screen blurred before my eyes, making it nearly impossible to make out the map. Panic began to set in as I realized I was truly lost. The city, which I usually navigated with ease, had transformed into a labyrinth of uncertainty.

The night air felt unusually cold, and the flickering streetlights cast eerie shadows, heightening my sense of vulnerability. Passersby occasionally glanced at me with a mix of concern and indifference, but their faces blurred into a sea of strangers. I attempted to retrace my steps, stumbling back in the direction I thought I had come from, but it only seemed to lead me further into the labyrinth.

Each passing minute felt like an eternity, and the drunken haze made it impossible to think clearly. I knew I needed help, so I mustered the last of my waning sobriety to call someone for assistance. The sound of their voice was a lifeline, guiding me with patience and reassurance until I finally found my way back to safety. Being lost while drunk was a humbling and unnerving experience, a stark reminder of the importance of responsible drinking and knowing one's limits. 

As I sit on the the cold pavement my thighs brushing the cement leaving me with a chill, I see headlights approach me and a man step out. His shoulders square with a heavy set look in his eyes. As he walks up to me saying something I couldn't make out the slight energy I had left in my body left and my eyes shut forcing me into a very deep coma like sleep.