I open up the door reluctantly and stare at a girl.

She’s weaving to each side, barely able to keep herself standing up. Her hair is disheveled, with dirt and dried blood covering her from head to toe.

I stand with the door open and my mouth equally wide open.

I literally have no idea what to do.

She clutches her arms around her stomach and wearily looks at me.

“Jesus, what happened,” I’m...

I push through the crowd of people. There are just too many.

The music is so loud it rumbles through my chest and makes it harder to breathe.

I stop with people pushing into me, completely oblivious. I tryto see over the crowd but even on my tippy toes I can’t see shit.

The lights throughout the club start strobing and the anxiety gets worst.

I’ve lost Ava. She’s probably in a dark corn...