Trauma [H.S]

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TW: Blood. But not too much.

NOTE: DO NOT SCROLL THROUGH THE CHAPTER BEFORE READING. THERE ARE PICS THAT WILL SPOIL IT FOR YOU.

But there are NO pics of blood so dw.

It's a very long chapter, longer than the previous ones. So buckle up!
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Valeria Chambers

Whenever I hear the word party, the only thing that came to my mind was a tea party. Because that was the only party I've ever been to with my mum, or my friends from school.

I'd dress nicely and fix my hair, then go to the party. That was it.

But now, what was before me was an extremely different  kind of party.

It looked like one of the parties from the movies.

For music? Loud music instead of soft quiet classics, and so many people jumping and getting sandwiched against each other.

For drinks? Alcohol instead of tea.

The setting? A club instead of one of the houses of an old lady.

This was a whole different world from what I was used to.

The lights. The colourful flickering lights were everywhere. Almost blinding me and giving me a headache.

And too many people for my liking. Too many dancing bodies on the dancing floor. Too much noise.

It was kind of suffocating me in some way. But yet here I was, still breathing in the air that smelled of liquor.

I didn't like tea parties in the first place. How was I supposed to like this one?

I don't even know if I can do this anymore.

No. You can and you will, Valeria.

Rebecca pulled me to the dance floor and held my hands as she began moving her body to the beat. Grinning at me.

I didn't dance. Dancing was something I didn't like, but I didn't hate it either. So just for her sake, I started moving my body like hers.

Jumping, moving, dancing.

I started smiling as I let go of the tension that was built up in my body.

She held my hands in hers and moved them upwards before I was spun around and my back was facing her now. Rebecca let go of my hands and placed them on my shoulders instead and shouted over the music "c'mon Vee! Show me those moves of yours that you've been hiding. Don't be shy." 

I didn't know what has gotten into me. I was dancing and moving my body like I've never had before, swaying my hips and shaking my shoulders with a smile on my face. I didn't care about all the drunk bodies that were bumping into us occasionally.