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Author: MaybeLater
Fiction Rated: K+ - English - General - Reviews: 1 - Published: 08-21-07 - Updated: 08-21-07 - id:2405688

I sit in a round room
Drink in my hand
Head on a guy’s shoulder
People all around me
They surround me
I’ve found me

I say let’s dance and we dance

I’m out of breath in the round room
My cheeks are flushed
Head spinning in a good way

There’s a door on the wall
It’s made of glass
It’s locked
Random figures walk through it
They disappear
Stab of fear

I turn away and we dance

The music slows in the round room
The lights start to dim
It’s like I’m living a dream

I hang out with friends at the bar
Round of drinks
We laugh
I tell them about the door
They go through it
I knew it

I laugh out loud and we dance

A few people left in the round room
I look around and smile
The room circles with whispers

I lounge with my closest friends
Telling secrets
Silent moment
They take off their faces
No longer disguised
I’m surprised
They’re through the door

I try to forget and we dance

There’s one boy in the round room
The music is gone
I hide myself in his arms

He says he loves me
I give him my heart
It beats in his hand
The blood drips onto the floor
He laughs
Walking towards the door

I scream at him and he leaves

I can’t dance

I’m alone in the round room
The dance floor covered in blood
Someone’s looking through the glass door

I walk towards him
Door is still locked
He sees my heart is missing
Reaches through the glass
Hands me a cigarette
No regrets

I smoke up and he leaves

I can’t breathe

It’s dark in the round room
There’s no drink behind the bar
The door begins to shrink

More blood on the floor
Ankle high
The door is gone
No way out
I laugh
I know it’s over

The music plays again and I dance



© Copyright 2007 MaybeLater (FictionPress ID:534243).


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