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Friday night...

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Published: Jan 4, 2010

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FRIDAY NIGHT

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When the sun sets at friday night...
When the darkness occupies the land...
When the neonlights turn on...
When the people get ready for party...

Then I know...

My time has come.

Wearing a tight jeans and a plain white t-shirt, I grab my jacket, leave the apartment and slowly walk down the lamplit streets.

Bright colors. Plain faces.

Everywhere.

Nameless human beings around me, but I don't care about them.
The loud music captures my attention.
The club is chock-full.

Dancing bodies. Ecstatic voices.

Everywhere.

It takes half an hour 'till I feel thirsty.
The bartender didn't even look at me.

I return to the dance floor, but soon I feel thirsty again.
Grabbing my left standing glass again, I taste the sweet bitterness of the drink.

For some reason, I feel tired soon.
I don't understand it.
I'm used to this...

I sigh and grab my jacket to leave the club.
When the cold nightly wind hits my face, I almost feel like I'm about to collabse.
Suddenly...

People. Faces. Voices.

All around me.

My view blurrs out.
Hands everywhere on my body.
I feel my clothes being teared away.
My back hits the hard ground.

Then the pain.

I open my lips.
Useless.
No voice comes out.

Then, a strong keeps my mouth shut.
Almost covering my whole face.

Slowly, I feel my senses die out.

Nobody will hear me.
Nobody will help me.

Dirt. Darkness. Pain.

Everywhere.

When the sun sets at friday night...
When the darkness occupies the land...
When the neonlights turn on...
When the people get ready for party...

Then I know...

My time has come.

When you're not able to breathe...
Then you're not able to scream.

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