Today's Prompt.
Get in line for the club, it's busy, it'll be a 30 minute wait. Perfect. Pop the pills now so they kick in when you get in. Put the rest of the pills in your bra, they don't check there. Smile your way past the bouncer.
Rave on.
Dazzle at the floating lights, feel the ebb and flow of the warm bodies around you, gyrate to the beat, let the music travel along your body, let the bass envelop you like a blanket.
Rave on.
Limbs feel like rubber, it's all flow, lifts you, opens you up, frictionless, chest aglow, muscles tense then release, tiny explosions, radiating across your body.
Rave on.
Jaw feels tight, need some water, get to the bar, stop chewing, they said you shouldn't chew. Get the water. Is this a dip? Drink the water. It feels like a dip. Wait no, here we go, and we're back.
Rave on.
Can't remember how long it's been, time and space gone all elastic, cool beads of sweat running down my arm, little bit tired, can't stop.
Rave on.
Definitely wearing off now, the lights are dimmed, the people around me look unwelcoming, distant, apart from me, the floor feels grimy, it's just a loud, dirty room. Go to the toilet. Re-dose. Stay on the toilet. It'll come back. It will. It must. Gotta be patient. Gotta wait it out. Start to feel the tingle. That's the stuff.
Rave on.
Head's cloudy, can't hold two thoughts...
Rave on.
Cutting, bright, white lights turn on. Music turns off, harsh silence fills the forceful, acidic chatter of strangers. The lights reveal the peeling drywall, the layer of half-drunk plastic beer cups crushed and cracked on the floor, the unfriendly faces with absent expressions. Follow the crowd, pop another one, close your eyes.
Rave on.
Night air is bracing, cuts through the mind fog. Don't let it, new pills will kick in soon, it'll fight back the cold. Walk to the station. Get home. There's music at home. I feel the tingle again.
Rave on.
It's all windows, frames, disconnected images with disconnected sounds, beep of the Oyster card machine, red circle with a blue line through it, mind the gap, available seat, screech of wheels on metal, my street, my building, the light of night turning into day, living room, jack cable into phone socket, music.
Rave on.
Fading, tide is pulling out, why does it always do that? The familiar thoughts creep in, the bad thoughts, the dawn thoughts, the beat-you-down thoughts, the you're-not-good-enough thoughts. the terrible, normal, common, everyday thoughts, knocking at the door, demanding to be let in. Can't do that, find your stash, there's still so much left, you can keep them at bay for so much longer, take it then wait, it'll come back, it will, it must, it...
Rave on.
Thick fog, enveloping mind, squeezing brain, feels like it's being juiced, can't see right, shapes, patterns, forming, dissipating, pulsating, moving closer then leaving, don't want to leave this place, take more.
Rave on.
Blackness creeping in from the edges, fog's congealed into solid layer, suffocating, blackness gains ground, spine won't hold me up any more, collapse forward, blackness is all consuming.
Rave on.