24.Madness will Ring

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Biloxi, Mississippi

A repetitive knocking cut through the ringing in my ears. Followed by an irritated female voice shouting something I couldn't understand. I grimaced as a searing pain emitted from my lower right abdomen.

Requiring every bit of my strength, I forced my eyes to open. A harsh pale light flooded my vision, blinding me. The knocking rang out once again; the female voice sounding even more annoyed, but the words were still distorted. My eyes fluttered trying to adjust to the brightness. White tile reflected in my vision as my cheek laid against it.

Through my trembling arms, I lifted my upper body up off the cold tile. Glancing around, I quickly discerned where I was. A restroom. A porcelain toilet and sink were to my left confirming my whereabouts. Great, I'm going to have to scrub my face with bleach after touching the floor... wait how did I end up in the restroom, what happened?

The steady stream of beats leaking from under the door, reminded me I was at a club. That Silas and I were hunting a witch, then we... oh god tell me that wasn't real. I sucked in a deep breath, finding my way to my feet. Wincing, my hand gravitated to my side that sent a stinging pain with every movement.

My hands clasped around the bowl shaped sink. I lifted my gaze to the mirror above it, grimacing at my reflection.

My hair had been ruffled, my skin had paled, my eyes were hazy and dilated, and a dusty white powder coated my face. It looked like I had been in a fight or tussle at the very least. The dull throbbing in my head further added to that suspicion.

I snatched a paper towel from the dispenser on the wall, wetting it before I wiped my face. My eyes darted around the bowl trying to remember how I ended up here and where Silas was.

My eyes flicked up to the mirror... the red haired man.... the gray smoke... the void. I had found the witch. Why did he leave me instead of bringing me to the marsh? Just as the thought crossed my mind, another sting of pain radiated from my side.

My fingers fumbled with my dress's zipper, as another-more forceful set of knocks hit my ears. "Hurry the hell up, you've been in there for over twenty minutes," the female voice all but screamed.

I let the dress slip down. My eyes skimmed past my black bra to the lines carved into my flesh, overlapping my pre-existing scars. My heart faltered, taking in every line, every gash. Three jagged-uneven lines were enveloped by a zigzagging spiral. My lips parted as my fingers ran over it, a sinking feeling buried itself in my gut.

Silas, I needed to find Silas.

I pulled my dress back up and hastily zipped it back up while beelining for the door. My hand wrapped around the metal handle as a set of knocks began yet again. I threw the door open, scowling at the knocker.

The woman's brown eyes slightly widened, taking in my appearance. "Shit, I'm sorry. Are you okay?" She recoiled, a genuine tone in her voice.

I just grunted, pushing past her. My heels clicked against the tile, as my world spun. Each step felt as if I were going to fall off the edge of the Earth.

As I opened the door back to the dance floor, a wave of lights and music invaded my senses, before the smell hit me; the sweat, the alcohol, the b.o. My stomach twisted, making me feel as if I were about to vomit. I stumbled over to a circular lounge table, grasping onto the edge. Lowering my head, my fingers pressed against my temples trying to relinquish the dizziness circulating through me. Would people for the love of god please quit drugging me. I'm a civil person-most of the time.

I felt eyes on me, but I didn't care. I needed to find Silas. My vision scoped out the overcrowded room, searching for his face. My eyes darted around the amped up people on the dance floor, the people sitting at the booths in the corner of the room, and finally back to the bar. My eyes narrowed in at the end of the bar, and there he sat with a glass to his lips, looking tense.

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