Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-25945479-20141231060115

Putrid scents filled the air, though no clear reason as to why the stagnant smell lingered. Disturbed by it's foul odor I was awakened from my slumber. Why was I there? What acts had I partaken in that led me to this moment? Opening my eyes only to notice that my vision was impaired, chuckling a bit I had never felt so relieved. I must of lost my contacts the night before after partying, and this was just the pad that I crashed at. That would explain the odd smell, but still, there was one problem. My lack of eyesight.

Thinking back on it, the previous night was grand. Keep in mind that obviously I had been plastered. Much like a lone wolf, I roamed San Francisco hitting up every night club along the way. One in particular stood out the most in my head; Monark. Haven to sex, drugs, and EDM. Here you could find every Kandi Kid within fifty miles, the place was very popular. Flashing lights, plenty of MDMA, and to top it off; beautiful women.

It started off as any other night at the club, I of course being a major supply source of the illegal substance known as 'Molly' was here for business. Though she threw me off guard, a beautiful blue haired maiden. You could tell though from her eyes, her brain was fried as most of the people's here were. A little tipsy I decided to make the first move. Carrying myself toward her I soon found myself to her left. Slender digits already tapping her shoulder to gain her attention.

I don't remember too much after that point, everything after that's kind of fuzzy. Aside from certain moments, such as her body that I had taken delight in throughout the night. It was awesome, I probably just forgot my contacts inside of her restroom. Maybe just the bedroom, either way I had to find her and get home.

Raising myself up, I quickly glanced around the room to see if anyone else was there. Not that I could tell, then again it was dimly lit and I was blind as a bat. Knowing that someone had to be worried, I began to guide myself to the door way. My hand placed on the wall, I used it to help guide myself. My weak legs could barely carry me. I was lucky to make it to the hallway, and I regret ever making it even that far.

Peeking around the door, I checked to see if anyone was in the hallway. Once again I seemed to be lucky, I closed my eyes laughing a bit stepping out. I only laughed because I felt stupid for being so, but frankly something about this just didn't settle right with me. Stumbling out into the corridor, this time my full body swaying into the wall opposite of my door. Suddenly I didn't feel so great, becoming light headed I could feel myself slowly fading in and out of consciousness. Alas, my body collapsed though I got one last glimpse ahead. I noticed the figure of a female with rabbit ears, she seemed covered in various shades of crimson.

When I woke back up my clothes had been removed from my body, once again I was inside of my house. Immediately, still filled with fear I rushed into the rest room to gaze at myself in the mirror. Knowing that something just had to be wrong, I searched my body for any obvious markings. There were none to be found even though there was a slight burning sensation inside of my forearm.

Every now and again the feeling comes back, but there has been no other apparent side-effects. Though a bruise has started to take shape, grafting itself into my skin. It's been months, and I still wonder exactly what happened to me that night and to what end did it serve. 