The pulsing in her head was growing with each second
The pulsing in my head was growing with each second. All I wanted was a cold glass of water and to sit down in a quite place, which didn't seem likely to happen in a club, where I could barely find enough room to maintain my three feet personal bubble.
Not for the second time, I wished that I hadn't given in and come out. Normally I wouldn't have, I would have stayed home with just the tv and my thoughts for company. Tonight though, I had let myself be dressed up and marched out through the door, to some club that was apparently, as my friend had said "the best new thing", but with Bri, there was always a "best new thing".
The pounding in my head was getting worse. It was beating to the rhythm of the music blaring out of the numerous speaker situated in the building.
I looked around for an escape, anywhere. Finally my eyes rested on a secluded space over in a corner. I eyed it, judging my movements. Slowly I stood, and after weaving my way through the seething mass of bodies, reached my new haven. A large red velvet curtain partially screened me from the outside, keeping me safe. I sighed, this was the last time I ever let myself get dragged somewhere.
"Sitting this one out", the smooth voice interrupted my thoughts. I turned and eyed the man who was now standing two feet away from me.
Trying to keep the annoyance out of my voice I replied in a casual manner "dancing has never really been my thing".
A moment passed until he replied.
"Perhaps I could teach you then?", I could see instantly in the way he held himself, they way he stood, his voice, full of arrogance, that he was quite sure that he had won already.
I bit back the reply on my tongue, and instead said "I'm afraid I was just on my way out, I have somewhere I need to be". I turned and quickly made for the door, trying to avoid a collision with one of the many people on the dance floor.
The cold night air hit me with full force as I pushed through the door. Both refreshing and chilling I pulled my arms close around me and made my way down the street. It was only two blocks, there was no need for me to get a taxi, plus I didn't have the resources to go splashing out on a taxi fare. Walking was fine.
My footstep echoed. That was when I knew that I wasn't alone. I picked up my pace, it was not much further now, maybe five minutes at most, maybe four if I could walk faster, damn these heels, I thought, it was a force of habit that I never wore heels. Of course it would be the one time it mattered I was in some, irony was a terrible thing sometimes. The footsteps behind were becoming closer, my heart beat was racing, the pain in my head was forgotten, as fear flooded my body. I tried to breathe, how did I know it wasn't just someone walking home like I was? Why did I have to go and get all jumpy? Somehow though I could feel a malignant intent, I could feel it and it filled me with terror.
The small sound of something hitting the pavement reached my ears, I looked down. A flash of gold arrested my attention. No. I couldn't leave it. I reached down for the small circle of gold and slid it back on my finger, its familiar touch calming me slightly. I made to go, but a hand grabbed my arm, and I was pushed up against a wall, the force knocking the air out of my lungs. I felt hands moving across my body, I tried to struggle but all strength had left me, I was completely helpless. A rough hand lifted my chin and held my head up.
"Did you forget your way home?". The usual smart reply that I would have had was gone, I was paralysed.
"No answer? Well let's loosen you up a bit then"
I wanted to scream, I wanted to do something, anything.
The hands that moments before had been roaming over my body were wrenched off, and having nothing to hold me up I slid to the ground. I could see someone with their back to me, and a pair of legs dangling uselessly, useless, like how I felt. My vision blurred and I lost consciousness.