I wiped the cocaine off my nose, trying to hold in a sneeze. When I looked around everyone was out of the room but Jon and I. A huge smile appeared on my face and I suddenly felt an intense happiness. Like I was free, like I could do anything. I jumped up from the couch, grabbed Jon's hand and ran out of the room into the crowd of people. The music was blasting and I was feeling untouchable. Laughter was spilling out of me as I danced with Jon. I've never felt that way before. I've never felt this happy. I've been sad for
so long I forgot how happiness felt or what even a recollection.
" I love seeing your smile. " Jon said in my ear so I could hear as he wrapped his arms around me from behind as we
danced. All I could do was smile, I felt wanted. My heart felt like it was about to burst. Is it because I'm so happy or the dancing or the drugs? The voices seemed as if they went away and they were letting me be. Lights were flashing and the music was vibrating all over me. I gasped as someone grabbed my arm and started dancing with me. I didn't mind and neither did Jon. Why would he anyways? I took off my sweatshirt and danced wildly as if I was carefree. Everyone surrounded me and cheered me on. I don't remember when I became such a great dancer. I was the life of the party tonight. This morning? Who cares.
20 minutes later, I started to panic and become nervous. My heart was beating faster and ran out of the crowd back into the room. The room was spinning faster and faster each time I blinked it seemed as if. I felt like I was going to get caught or someone was watching me. Jon ran into the room a couple minutes into my panic attack, slamming the door. I turned to look at him, tears welling up in my eyes, feeling full of fear. He grabbed my wrist, pulling me into his arms, consoling me. I stared at the wall then I started seeing flashes of color then dark ness.
I had passed out.
Death of the party.