The music was too loud. The air reeked of alcohol, weed, and sweat. Someone spilled something sticky on my leg, and I didn’t even flinch. I was too numb. Too dizzy.
I should never have come to this party.
I leaned against the wall, clutching my red Solo cup like it would anchor me. My vision was already blurring at the edges, but I could still make out the bodies grinding around me. The room spun, colors bleeding together, laughter and moans echoing like a bad dream.
A guy I didn’t know slid beside me. “You alright, sweetheart?”
“No,” I whispered.
He smiled, like he hadn’t heard me at all. “You look lonely. Wanna go somewhere quiet?”
His hand touched my waist.
I shook my head and tried to move away, but my legs didn’t want to work. He took that as an invitation.
“C’mon, I’ll take c
