Amethyst: A Collection Of Short Stories

Real Hallucinations

Genre: fiction.

*unedited.

I decided to experiment with present tense. So there might be some mistakes. I apologize in advance.

Ignore typos and enjoy!

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The bass resonates through her with a steady rhythm. The purple and pink lights flash all around her as she dances against a stranger in a wide living room packed with more strangers.

He grabs her hips and she sways against him with indifference. Today, like every other day, she drank too much. She lets him touch her skin with his sweaty fingers, his lips brushing against her neck, his mouth whispering against her ears. She shouldn't listen to him but she does.

In his foreign arms, she laughs and turns around to face him. She stares into his glimmering eyes; they're not brown. They're not looking at her with love or with kindness. On the contrary, they have a gleam of lust and desire.

He grabs her waist and they kiss, drunk stranger to drunk stranger.

What is she doing?

She shoves him backwards and paves a way through the mass of figures, stepping into plastic cups or piles of vomit. Bile rises in her throat. Maybe it was the alcohol or the horrid smell in the room but she runs to the bathroom.

She opens the door with haste and kneels over the toilet, ignoring the naked pair who are now scrambling to get out. Her mouth opens and she gags but nothing comes out.

Looking in the mirror, she doesn't recognize the person who stares back at her. They have dim eyes, profound eye bags, wrinkled minimal clothing and messed up makeup. She shakes her head and the bathroom spins a little.

This is who she had become. she had become the person she hated and mocked. She now dances with the ones she rebuked. She now lives on the planet that she had pointed her fingers to, and laughed. The bad rap only seemed to reinforce her irritation.

She doesn't know where her purse is so she leaves, flattening herself against the wall to avoid the hallucinating crowd in the hallway. Opposite her about 30 meters away, she sees a glass door and runs towards it, her nose craving the fresh air.

She opens it and steps on the humid grass after removing her shoe. She sits on the grass and sighs with disappointment, staring at the starless sky.

She doesn't know how long she sits there, staring into the night sky until another stranger taps her and tells her to go home. She listens. Barefooted, she walks home.

The sturdy tared road gives her assurance, but the blinking street lamps takes it away. She sees a man with a bottle of bear singing not too far from her. So, she takes a sharp left turn to avoid trouble and lets her feet take her wherever they want.

She lets go of her expensive heels and they clatter to the ground. She wipes her tears off her swollen red face and tries to calm her short breaths. Memories of her old life play in her head, making her smile.

The smile quickly fades and she grips her sparkly skirt as she sights the well. The old well was built next to the abandoned park. Her feet hit the grainy texture of the dry cool sand as she slowly walks to her well.

Her stomach swirls with a familiar tickle. Her smile is back on her face, now bigger than before. She stops in front of it and lifts up the lid, pushing it aside. Her palms are outstretched over the well like she was collecting a sword from the other side. A position she had become very familiar with due to her frequent appearance.