The cell phone vibrates at the bottom of the pile

Vibrates again

Vibrates a third time

Switches to voicemail

A Girl sits in the purple fluorescent light

Slumped against a Dirty wall

Glitter and Glow sticks shine on her eyes

dim eyes

frozen eyes

The voicemail clicks

"Hey Dawn

Didn't hear from you after the Rave

We're going for breakfast

Call me back."

Footsteps clatter down an Empty corridor

An outside door is opened

Sweat filled stale air Washes out

Screams vibrate through the Revitalized room

As the morning Light washes in

Illuminating torn clothing

And the distorted body of a Girl