Let's get together before we get much older...
The crowd was vicious, wild, the music loud.
Her head was spinning and hammering, just like those drums.
She felt herself being grabbed and slammed against the wall, held by her waist, her arms being pinned above her head, her legs being lifted and wrapped around someone else’s body…
Then just… much, much pain…
But those were just shallow, superficial feelings, flesh wounds, a remote reality.
She was like, in a coma, numb.
And, maybe, pain was just what she needed to feel, strong and alive, like never before…
She felt her body being touched, tasted, bitten, rubbed, scraped, her head being pulled back by a lock of her hair, her clothes being tattered, torn off her body…
She felt the deaf, tearing sound of the zippers running down…
But she couldn’t react fast enough…
She felt something being forced between her lips…
She kept on sighing, panting heavily, moaning under her breath…
Maybe a pill…
Then…
Something really sharp, trail a long, thin, vertical line from her throat to her lower stomach.
Then more pain.
She screamed this time.
That was one wild night.
“Ramona, wake up…” said, weakly, a trembling voice…
She caressed those, long blue hair once more
“Open your eyes, please…” the voice begged again.
But no… those mesmerizing eyes would have never opened again.
One wild night.
I don't know... I don't even know...
I don't even know myself
Written roughly and quickly in a late night, if this can be an excuse