Chapter 12

Dean had drank to his limit. He hurled over the trash in next the counter vomiting anything he had in his stomach.

He stumbled through the kitchen and into the living room where everyone danced closely, entangled, body to body.

Like him, everyone had been drinking, but they weren't as wasted, and most of them were legal drinking age, he wasn't and he was putting himself in high risk of getting in trouble.

He bumped into a few people and mumbled a slurred sorry along the way. His only destination was the door. He couldn't breathe in here. He had to get out.

He fumbled with the handle of the door for a few minutes and then whipped it open. A cool breeze greeted him as he nearly tumbled down the steps.

It occured to him under this hazed state that he didn't know which way was home, really he didn't know where to go anyway. He'd never been this way , he tried to stay on campus, and only knew of a few convenience stores surrounding the area, but not here.

Dean stumbled along the sidewalk for a while. Turning corners, meeting dark streets, some that were brightly illuminated, and others that flickered every 5 seconds.

Dean heard the sound of laughter, chirping, like bells. He turned his head towards the sound, for a second he saw a glimpse of a girl who looked exactly like Camille.

He wasn't in his right mind, and it seemed as though buried in there, his brain told him to turn around, but his feet kept moving him towards the sound.

Dean stepped off of the sidewalk and into the street and- BAM!

Everything went black.