Beautiful Nightmare

       In class we listened to a number of different songs. I chose to write about the classical music. It put me in a spontaneous, dangerous mood, as you can tell.

         Once I arrived to San Francisco I knew that we were nearby. I was nervous for the night but my excitement made me feel better. It then took about twenty minutes to arrive at the location of the Masquerade Ball. The moon shined bright and full. There was not a cloud in the sky and the weather was perfect.

                I walked into the Banquet Hall and my jaw had dropped. The scene was magnificent. Everyone was dressed beautifully. The venue itself was set up so elegantly as well. I felt as if I belonged here, like I fit in perfectly. Shades of royal blue, bloodshot red, and charcoal black filled the dimmed room. People were swaying their bodies across the dance floor. Everyone had great rhythm to the classic music. There was not a soul in the Banquet Hall that didn’t know how to dance properly.

                I walked into the dining room when dinner was served. It smelled like barbeque. I didn’t know what to expect at these kinds of things so I just went with the flow. They were serving ribs, steak, pasta, and a variety of different salads. After I ate my dinner I headed over to the bar.

                “I’ll take the most purchased drink,” I said to the bartender.

                The bartender placed a tall clear glass filled with a red beverage in front of me. I took my first sip and was surprised how delicious the alcoholic beverage tasted. The next thing I know I heard a feminine voice whisper something in my ear. The young lady grabbed my attention and had me intrigued in the conversation. I was so lost in her eyes, through her mask of course, that I must have not realized that she had slipped something in my drink.

                My vision started to get blurry and I was slurring my words like never before. If I tried to explain to someone what was happening to me or how I was feeling, they wouldn’t understand just get freaked out. I started to have a flashback to two months ago. I remembered reading an article in the San Francisco Chronicle about someone going around clubs drugging random people. Some of them being murdered and the rest only being injured but safely returned home.

                Adrenalin filled my body and I knew I had to get out of the building as soon as possible. I had to get away from the scene. I thought to myself at that moment that I didn’t; want to die quite yet. I wasn’t satisfied with my twenty-three years of life. I found an exit and ran outside, stumbling. It led to a dark alley. This situation has gotten even more sketch. I started to sprint down this alley at full speed towards the street. I ran by two homeless cats fighting and screaming. I could still smell the dumpster when I got on to the crowded sidewalk.

                I now had to lose myself in the groups of people that took up the city on this busy Friday night. I knew I could get back to my hotel, even in the condition I was in. I was speed walking down the sidewalk, close to the street. Next thing I know a car pulls over right next to me and someone pulls me into the back seat. It was the girl who has poisoned my drink. My hearts stopped as fear filled my body. My mood had changed so drastically since the beginning of the night.

                “Beep beep beep,” the sound of my alarm clock awakened me. My heart was pounding at the speed of light. My face was sweaty and my hands were clammy. My whole body was shaking and tears were falling from my eyes. I had realized this was all a dream, a nightmare to be exact. My day got even worse when I realized it was Monday and I had to be at work in the next hour.