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Blurry.
The world is blurry.
You try to navigate around the party, one celebrating the football team’s first game and it’s win, swaying and tripping over your own feet as you search for your friends. Acting drunken, despite having only had a hard lemonade.
A guy comes up to you—you know him vaguely; you’ve seen him around, but you don’t know his name and have never interacted with him.
“Heya, darlin’,” he gives you a smile, but it’s full of teeth, leering and creepy, sending shivers down your spine. He grabs your elbow, beginning to lead you elsewhere.
“Let... go... of... me,” you slur drunkenly, stumbling as you try to wrest your arm away from him. His grip only tightens, extracting a whimper of pain from you. You know you’ll have bruises tomorrow from how tight it is, although your brain isn’t functioning well enough to figure it out.
You continue struggling as he leads you away from the party, away from your friends, away from anyone who would help you. “Help,” you cry.
“Shut up!”
”Help!” Louder. “HELP! HELP!”
A hand slaps over your mouth, muffling your screams into the heavy, humid August night air as realization dawns. You struggle, kicking and biting his hand, trying to get away, but it doesn’t work.
When he finally leaves you, the effects of the drug are beginning to leave you, although not completely. Your clothing in tatters, you try to get up, try to get home, but ultimately give into the exhaustion, passing out on the cold, hard ground.