The drink had tasted strange, more bitter than I had expected it to taste, and as I felt my tongue swell in my mouth and the room turn upside down in my vision, I realized that I had failed to recognize the strange taste as a drug.
I slumped sideways into the girl beside me, and to my surprise, she made no protest against it. My arms refused to obey me as I commanded them to lift me back into a sitting position, but all I managed to do was have my face lull to the side so that I was facedown in the couch.
There was a light, feminine chuckle that sounded more like a girl singing a Disney song, it was so damn cheerful. Hands grasped my arms.
“Up you get!” I heard as those hands pulled me back into sitting upright.
I was met with the very face of the girl who had invited me to come to the club with her and her friends, and there was a wide grin on her face—a grin that did not quite reach her face. Emily looked crazed with her eyes open so wide. There was a slight red line in her forehead—one that had not been there before.
Emily raised a knife to get face, dimpling her cheek with the tip of it, and she pursed her lips like she was thinking.
“Hm, this was a little too easy, getting the eight of you here, don’t you think?" she said in that obnoxiously cheerful voice. “And not a single one of you recognized me as the poor little girl whose head smashed against the rocks at the bottom of the cliffs—the one who that Tiffany bitched knocked over because she didn’t like that I was getting that amazing internship she wanted.”
Emily chuckled again. Blood seeped from the line in her forehead and ran over her face. The bone around her left eye cracked and misplaced itself, making the eye bulge from its socket.
“She still didn’t it, though, did she? How funny!"
Emily lowered the knife, and I felt the cold tip of it press into the skin of my throat.
“Well, let’s not waste any more time, shall we?"
I felt sharp, white-hot pain as the knife slid through me throat. Blood filled my throat as I watched her move on to the other members of the party. She twirled and danced in her colorful cocktail dress as she moved from person to person, giggling like a little girl playing an innocent game.
Eventually, Emily slit all of our throats, and she sighed as she stabbed her bloodied knife through one of the couches. She took one last look at her handiwork, and she left the small VIP lounge, leaving me alone to listen to myself choke on my own blood.
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