The crowd was the usual mix of hardcore ravers,
friends who got dragged there,
tourists that were lucky enough to find that party,
and people with boring jobs who let loose on the weekends.
She and I held hands and fought our way through the sea of sweaty bodies
The thumping bass synchronizing the beat of our hearts
We started dancing, closed our eyes and let go of each other…
Time passed but I don’t know how long…
I danced and I danced until somebody violently shook me…
It was her!
looking dead scared, sweat pouring out of every pore
and her pupils larger than I’ve ever seen them…
She said she saw death…
She saw death and death was after her
She had to catch the next flight back home to Cyprus so that death couldn’t find her, she said…
I said she was having a bad trip and needed to calm down.
She wouldn’t listen, she hugged me goodbye and disappeared!
I needed a glass of water so I headed to the bar…
As I ordered I saw a person dressed as the reaper next to me looking frazzled and discontented…
“Another person with a bad trip” I thought,
I couldn’t make her calm down but maybe I can help this person!
“Are you okay?” I asked.
“I’m alright. I’m just a bit confused” they said.
“But Why?” I asked.
“Well, I was supposed to crash a plane to Cyprus and turn all the passengers in,
but I saw a girl here at the party and she’s not supposed here. She’s supposed to be on that plane.”
And they slammed their glass on the counter, turned around, and walked back into the dancing crowd..