Althea sat by the edge of her bed, hugging herself tightly, trying her level best to not to be reminded of the time when she was nineteen, at her first adult party, where a group of boys tried to take advantage of her.
Had it not been for her mind, that had given her the opportunity to jump out of the window of the room, she only feared what could’ve happened.
She closed her eyes tightly, as looking aimlessly at the wall in front of her, made her see a projection of her own mind.
Flying blue lights, flashing people’s face in the dark, in that small living room, where people danced drunk, high and on coke, sweated and stuck up on each other.
She had just gotten a job at a local café as a barista and her colleague, had brought her to that party.
Taking her inside the small kitchen area
