The pulsing beat of the music hums, caressing each body, lulling each thought. The colored lights flash, making the sweat shine and the glitter sparkle. The throng sways from side to side, each body perfectly in tune with the whole. A sweet escape, filled with techno and glow sticks.
Standing in the middle of the crowd, she found her peace. Crushed in the mass of life and light, she found her reason. Surrounded by fake grins and giggles, she found her release. Shes found everything she wanted, and lost what she never had.
No one knows her name. No one knows her life. No one knows why scars line each milky white arm. No one knows why her neck is covered with fingertip shaped bruises. They dont ask either. And she likes it that way.
For now, she doesnt remember. She doesnt remember the pain, the blood. She doesnt remember her face, her name. She doesnt remember their sneers, their hatred. She doesnt remember dying inside, over and over. She doesnt remember herself.
The pulsing beat of the music hums. The colored lights flash. The throng sways from side to side. A sweet escape.
