I've been hanging around Chloe for the past hour, dancing to music here and there, and sipping on some of her beer.

The frat house was exactly that. A gross ass two story house with a bunch of dudes who only care about getting laid.

Every corner there are people either making out or chugging from kegs. It's too much for me, i'll admit.

I'd rather crawl into bed with a box of Lucky Charms and read a book.

Or get run over by a cab. Both work for me.

"Mandy! Want some cherry vodka?" Chloe shoves my shoulder near the bar station where the alcohol is laid out. "No thanks!" I yell over the music.

Can someone turn this horrible shit down?

I feel a migraine start to form in my head. I've been to parties, but this shit is just obnoxiously bad.

"I'm gonna go pee!" I yell over to her, "want me to come with?" She asks, taking a sip from her cup.

"No I'm good, just stay with your drink, okay?" I start to walk away and she nods her head.

I make my way down a beige hallway with awards hung on the walls in search for the bathroom. I stop a blonde, who looks like she's in one of my classes.

"Do you know where the bathroom is?" She blinks slowly, clearly intoxicated, "Uh yeah, take a left down there," she points down the hall.

"You okay?" I try to ask, but she's already walking away from me.

Okay then.

I push some doors, which are all locked, until one pushes open with a light on and my eyes land on a toilet.

Finally.

Before I can step in, a door opens behind me.

I'm forcefully pushed into the wall with complete shock as the laughter of guys fill my ears.

"Get the hell off me!" I yell as I push against a hard back. The guy turns around with a drunken smile on his face.

Asshole.

"Shit, I'm sorry," he says, holding his hands in front of his face in defeat.

I stay silent and turn to the bathroom. The guy grabs my wrist as his friends laugh and walk away.

"I'm Sam." My eyebrows raise. "And I don't care,"I respond.

"What's your problem?" Sam raises his voice. His bloodshot eyes make his pupils look so dilatated I can't make out the color .

"I have to use the bathroom and you just pushed me into a fucking wall," I push my wrist out of his grip, "goodbye." I slam the door in his face.

Fuck. Men.

I do my business, wash my hands, and check my hair.

Time to go find Chloe.

I just hope I don't walk into the living room and see her dancing on a table topless. That shit would be my last straw.

I open the door and walk out the hallway only to be surprised, again, by this Sam guy waiting in the hallway for me.

For the love of God what does he want?

"Hey uh- I'm sorry about-" I walk away before he can even finish. This ass doesn't know how to start a sincere apology at all.

The first words were so pathetic, I almost pulled his dick off and had him wailing in the hallway.

"You don't have to be such a bitch!" He calls after me. Fuck him. I'm not wasting any of my time on that prick.

Being a bitch was who I was. If you don't like it, don't deal with it.

I make my way back to the living room to the spot where I left Chloe. The station is still docked with liquor and the party is still raving.

Chloe isn't here.

I scan around the room for her red hair. It also doesn't help she's 5'4 and is the biggest lightweight I've ever met, even if she tries to deny it.

Please tell me she's in here. Please tell me she's in here.

It occurs to me she could've been led upstairs but before I can bolt, I hear a Pitbull song blare from the speakers for the first time tonight.

Chloe.

I walk over to the DJ station and see Chloe with headphones on and the DJ hyping her up as he changes controls. People start to hoop and holler her on.

I smile. At least she's having fun. Even if I don't want to be here and manage to encounter the rudest people possible, she's succeeding in becoming a DJ.

"Hey," I hear a voice from behind me and firm hands on my hips. I turn and I'm met with Sam's ugly ass face.

I push his hands off my hips, "Can I help you?"

He nods, "I really wanted to apologize, but you never gave me the chance."

I roll my eyes. The audacity this dude has.

"Forget it. Now leave me alone," I turn away from him, only for his hands to grip my hips again.

"You're really beautiful, what's your name?" I turn around again. I am growing more uncomfortable and agitated in his presence and it's only a matter of time before I knock his teeth out.

"Dude. Enough." I shove his hands off me again and try walking away, but he grips my wrists like he did in the hallway. This time with more force, bringing my wrists a flinching pain.

"Don't touch me," I say under my breath. He dips his head down and I feel his chapped lips on my ear.

"Can I make it up to you, baby?" He whispers, and I nearly vomit in my mouth when I feel my stomach drop.

"Get. Off. Of. Me." I say again, pushing my trapped wrists against his chest. We're surrounded my people, no one even notices his advances, and Chloe is with the DJ.

"Come on, show me what that smartass mouth can do, huh?" He whispers, tracing his other hand up my leg. This time, I lose my shit.

I see complete red.

I kick him hard his groin and manage to get my wrist free to punch the side of his face. He tumbles to the floor aching in pain. I jump over his limp body, running out of the frat house.

My whole body is shaking. I'm only just now feeling the pain in my knuckles from the blow. I pull out my phone to see the time.

1:19 A.M.

I pull my jacket over my chest as I run across campus to the my dorm building. I try to think about anything else but what just happened. Classes. School. Homework. Food. My bed. Sleep.

My mind is buzzing and I feel anxiety creeping in, making me shake even harder.

That just fucking happened.

Once I make it to the elevator, I press my floor and lean back against the wall. My body is stiff and still. I can't move other than what my mind knows to do.

I open my door once I reach my dorm and immediately feel suffocated. My airways are blocked, by what, I don't know. And I'm not sure I care.

My mind feels so blank, I don't register how slowly I walk to my bed.

My body doesn't feel like my own when I sit slowly onto my mattress. I feel dazed as the adrenaline starts to wear off.

I pull open my covers and crawl inside the darkness. My outfit and shoes still on.

I feel numb as I curl myself into a ball. Soft shudders escape my lips as I close my eyes and let the darkness of my covers consume me. I haven't felt this way in a while, not since I was in high school and I felt as though there was no way out.

And here I was, thinking my life would get better.

Minutes turn into hours.

The night fades to morning.

I don't sleep, even after the tears have dried from my face.