Literature
NUMB: One
Boom. Boom. Boom.
The music was pounding. Her ears practically vibrated as inevitable hearing loss set in. She danced in the crowd, eyes closed, drink in hand, swaying and moving with no rhythm. At the age of 18, a nightclub was the last place she was supposed to be—let alone one that willingly served her alcohol. If anyone knew, she’d be out of the club in a flash. The guards would whisk her away and throw her out in the dirt. That’s why a fake ID was so convenient. That, and the feeling of invisibility that she felt often encased her. No one cared to look at her. If their eyes crossed her path, they immediately went ways
