Everything is blasting around him: the music, and the screams. But it's all background noise. His ears feel like they're filled with cotton. Everything is so blurry, and beautiful.

The alcohol pulses through his body. He moves wildly, like nothing matters. The alcohol and mix of drugs makes him feel so much better. So free. So alive.

He is addicted to the way he feels during this time. A state of pure bliss and happiness because he couldn't remember anything. Nothing from what happened earlier is there. It's just now, not then.

He throws his hands up in the air, and screams at the top of his lungs. People are all over him.

Their hands, his chest.

Their hands, his hair.

Their lips, his cheek.

They are everywhere, and he can feel them. He can see them through the colorful, strobing lights; through the fogginess of his red rimmed eyes.

Someone hands him a red solo cup and smiles at him. They wear a white t-shirt that says "Fuck You Too" and it glows in the dark. He likes it.

He downs the drink, and hands it back. He doesn't know what was in the cup, but he knows it made him feel 100 time lighter than before.

His hips move to the rhythm of the song. His hands pump the air. Everyone is touching.

Their crouch, his ass.

Their crouch, his crouch.

Their hands, his abs.

It was anything but pure. It was tainted, and it was dark. Nothing about this scene is beautiful. It's drunks and junkies. It's people so disoriented they pass out. It's people dying, and it's people crying.

It was people escaping for a little bit before facing harsh reality.

"Fuck off," he yells over the music. Someone's lips touch his, and he doesn't like it.

"C'mon man, one little kiss," the person screams back. They take his jaw into their hands and tilt his head to put their lips to his.

He doesn't want it. "Fucking hell, dude. Where are your goddamn boundaries." He pushes the guy off of him, and the guy stumbles backwards.

The guy scoffs and for a moment, everything is still. The party that once rocked with movement is silent. It's eerily scary. Because it had so much energy and it's all flowed into Corrie.

Corrie who could kick ass if he had the chance, the Corrie that kill if he could.

"You're fucking with death right now," Corrie screams out hysterically. "You think you know what you're getting into, but trust me buddy, touch me once more and I'll fucking kill you!"

Everyone is silent, waiting for the other guys response. Corrie doesn't know what he's getting into either, but he wants this fight. He could've let it go, but fights are worth it all, all the blood and broken nose.

"Trust me, buddy," the guy spits, "you don't want to threaten me."

Th guy stalks over to Corrie, and he pokes Corrie's shoulder, just to see if Corrie will snap.

And then everything is blurry.

His fist, their body.

His fist, their fist.

His fist, their blood.

All his hits were the epitome of perfection. Because he could see where the guy was going to go, where the guy would throw the next punch.

Corrie had the guy pinned to the ground, and he was hitting the guy's face, even though it was already broken. The guy couldn't even fight back.

Then someone was dragging Corrie off of the man he broke. Even when Corrie scratched and screamed, he was pulled far away from the man.

"Stop resisting. You killed him, it's over," someone with a soothing voice says to him. Corrie slumps into his chair. He's just numb. Nothing hurts like it should. The guy got a good hit on Corrie's jaw, and a few other places. But he barely got scratched compared to the other guy.

His adrenaline is running. He just wants someone to hit again, someone to break. He wants some coke, and he wants the music to start up again. He wants to feel so alive he'll die.

"That was pretty goddamn amazing," a girl compliments him. Her hair falls around her face that's too thin, and old looking.  She looks like she's been doing heroine for a lifetime.

"Thanks," Corrie takes a sip from his cup and nods to her.

"Usually, I don't share but today I'm willing to. You gave this whole party the show of a goddamn lifetime."

She pulls a baggie full of white substance out of her pocket. She shakes it and smirks.

Corrie's whole face lights up when he recognizes it. He grins ear to ear, and stands up to shake her hand. "I think we'll get along just great."

She grins and shakes his hand back. They walk to a table in a corner and she opens the baggie.

She pours the substance out in a thin line. She gestures for him to go first and he grins at her. He bends down and holds one nostril down and starts to sniff the powder with ease. He stands up and smiles, all loopy.

Coke and the other shit he's taken together probably shouldn't have mixed.

But then he repeats the cycle. It goes on for what feels like forever and nothing simultaneously.

When they finish the bag, Corrie stumbles back to the main party. He pushes his way into middle of the crowd, but he doesn't think anybody minds. Nothing is said to him, the people just engulf him.

They all welcome him with cheers. The music plays, but he doesn't know the song.

Corrie welcomes the hands that roam his body this time. They lift up his plain white shirt, and they feel his body like they can't get enough.

People smack his ass and whistle. But he doesn't notice it, he just bounces around the music. He's not very graceful, he's just stumbling around. His arms are in the air, his eyes are closed, and he wants to feel like he's floating.

But the party is moving him to the beat when he decides not to do it himself.

Everyone is trying to have the times of their life. That's all they really want from this party. From this short life, they want to feel free from their responsibilities. They want to feel like they're on Cloud Nine and they will never crash.

Corrie joins them. He turns around and grinds along with the girl who was all over him. They kiss, and he leaves hickeys all over her.  And someone behind him does the same to him. They kiss his neck, and they roam his body. They search for his sweet spot.

The music is growing louder. He can hear the yells, the groans.

When the person behind him finally finds his sweet spot his throws his head back in pleasure and moans. His eyes finally open and he sees the flashing lights over him. All over him. All over everybody. They illuminate the dark people in the crowd.

Someone hands him another drink and he throws it back like it's nothing, graciously taking another one a few seconds later.

The lights strobing and the screams. It's all crashing in on him, like a tidal wave coming down on a surfer. It engulfs him, swallows him whole. It's flashing and it's yelling. It's angry and it's free. It's beautiful and terrifying. It's closing in on him, and then it's all black.

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Are you surprised that Corrie decided to blow steam off at this party? Him doing Coke? What do you think will happen in the next chapter? Sorry for the cliffhanger, I've been planing this one forever.

Please tell me if you see any mistakes, I'm the queen of typos.

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Rant of the chapter: tired but SO HAPPY CHRISTMAS IS COMING TOMORROW (IN THE US)

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Next update: I have no fucking idea kiddos

Teaser: Corrie has to deal with what he did.

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[ 1 ] wow shits gonna go down. comment what you think.
[ 2 ] MERRY FUCKING CHRISTMAS PEOPLE IF YOU CELEBRATE (IF NOT HAPPY/MERRY WHATEVER YOU DO)
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