As Kylie, Natasha and I got ready for this biggest party of our lives; doing our hair and make-up, picking out the dress we would wear, and prancing around like elegant swans; I couldn’t help but notice a slight darkness in the air. It was as if I could get sucked into a black hole at any minute. My heart was racing with excitement and my breathing became shallow trying to hold down the thoughts to prevent the possibility of things that may occur in this night. 
Finally ready, with lipstick on, hair in lazy 60’s curls and 6 inch heels, we were on our way as I secured the door with its key. 
We laughed and giggled and shouted at the top of our lungs while the excitement rattled every bone in our bodies. Perhaps, the slight taste of an incoherent substance on our tongues was not helping. Waltzing up to the door, the bouncer swiftly let us in. The red and orange coloured lights flashed blinding us momentarily as the slowly the party was revealed to us through strobe like images and spot lights. The endless sea of men storming around enticed our senses. We had our pick. 
Swiftly taking off our jackets, we began dancing. Slowly surrounding us, the men moved closer as we rejected them one by one until we could find our perfect match. The music blared, possibly impairing our ability to make direct decisions. Slowly, one by one, Natasha, Kylie and I all had our picks, as we danced into the night to the thumping music. It was 1am. 2am. 3am. 4am. 5am, when our spirits finally woke down as we climbed on top of one of the decorations that was like the roof of a house. We starred down at the dance floor, laughing away. 
With the ultimate decision being to head home, we grabbed our coats, and managed to bump into an old friend on the way out. Speaking for a moment about the club and the party, we invited her home with us. Outside, there was a slight chill in the air, but of course, we could not feel it with our special extra layering on. Walking across the court yard, I noticed some of the men had gathered around a giant collectible barbie doll like box. With a see-through front cover and colours plastered all over the box. It looked to be army barbie as they carried it down the street. I knew who was in that box.

I glance back at Natasha and Kylie, and our new tag along. The darkness still lingered over my head, but the night had gone better then anticipated, and turns out ignoring the feeling wasn’t so bad. 
BANG!
And the feeling swelled up in my throat. I looked across the court yard as the box was dropped and people gathered around. Bolting over, I prayed it wasn’t who I thought it was. The box door opened. And my heart poured into it with tears of pain, as I dropped to my knees screaming for help. Pulling me back, my friends held me in disbelief, as if to say it’s over. Ania’s gone. Her limp body in the box bled of black. As if diseased. As the box was lifited, it was as if the black blood seeped through the box to infect those around it. As it passed around from one to the other, and then back to her.

Watching in disbelief as they pulled me away, sirens were heard in the distance. I stumbled across the court yard, weak, with blurred vision from tears. For some reason, I knew she would be okay, and she would be in that box, alive again. I could picture it.

xo K