The room spun in a chaotic desperation, even the sober were sickened by the slow motion strobe light effect. amongst the shadows a small child hid, clinging to the security blanket the darkness offered. Mumbling words the child rocked back and forth, her tiny hands balled tightly and pressed agasint her face. not even tightly clenched eyes could keep the tears from rolling down her face.
Just outside the shadows a "grown woman" laughed, flirting with her eyes she flipped her hair, and tossed another shot back. It burned the back of her throat and she silently blamed that for the tears in her eyes. the strobe effect was becoming brighter, causing her to laugh louder. shot after shot she tried to forget what she could never remember to begin with.
The room pressed agasint the childs throat she seperated her lips, threw back her head felt the burn of the shot, and screamed. The room seemed to pulsate as the scream grew in volume. But the rooms contents went unbothered, the shots kept coming and the slowly decaying woman kept laughing. Kept flirting. Kept dying.
The child and the adult stood hand in hand, looking at the ruins of their life crumpling around them. the room began to spun and the child and the woman became one. laying in the rubble the woman held her head and cried, sounding like the child locked inside.
