Love In A Stave

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Theme: Love &Music
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Madisonne


My bare feet constantly brushed against the cold, hard cement floor. Sticky bodies bumped into mine from all directions and moans dominated the airwaves. I flung my arms everywhere, hoping to find something to sit on or at least a wall to lean against. But the only things that my arms came into contact with were bodies, filthy ragged bodies. I let out a weak sigh and felt my knees buckle under the sheer weight of my haggard self. I landed with a heavy thud on the dirty floor and pulled my skimpy, bedraggled clothes tighter around me, afraid that I’d die from all the shivering.

I slowly closed my eyes as exhaustion washed over me, slowly recalling what lead to my arrest.

I’ve had a little bit too much, much
All the people start to rush, start to rush by
How does he twist the dance?
Can’t find a drink, oh man

Loud, hypnotic beats pumped through the gigantic speakers of Club :Dance, sending numerous pulses through the dance floor. Disco lights flashed in all directions over the club, highlighting everything it touched. The bar was jam packed with drunkards, always ordering their “last” glass for the night. I fought my way through the crowd and made it to the glass counter top.

“Vodka and lime please, Tim,” I was a regular, and before I could even place my order, Timothy, the bartender was already stirring up my drink.

“Alone, Madisonne? Here you go,” Tim grinned as he gently laid my drink on the counter top.

“I’m never alone, Tim. You know that! The crowd follows me wherever I go,” I let a giggle escape from my mouth as I took my glass, slapped a ten dollar bill in its place and stalked off.

What’s going on on the floor?
I love this record baby but I can’t see straight anymore
Keep it cool, what’s the name of this club?
I can’t remember but it’s alright, a-alright

I slumped myself into my usual booth at the back end of the club and sipped my drink. As I set my glass back down, a lean figure slipped into the empty seat beside me.

“What will it be tonight, Maddy?” Desmond asked in a baritone voice.

“Hmm, how about some Ice? It’s been about a week since I’ve last had it,” I reached into my glittery handbag and fished out my wallet.

“Sure, Maddy. No problem. The usual number yeah,” Desmond mimicked my actions but produced five packets of Ice instead.

“Thanks, Des. You’re a lifesaver,” I pushed a few fifty dollar notes into his hands as I slipped out of the booth.

“Anything for you my dear, anything,” I glanced a smirk on his face in my peripheral vision as he too, slipped out of the booth stealthily.


I had to fight through another wall of bodies to make it to the ladies’ at the other end of the room. When I finally arrived at my destination, I wasted no time in finding an empty cubicle and locked myself in its tiny constraint. I groped my bag, desperately trying to find the precious packets of Ice. Something cold and soft came into contact with my fingers and I pulled it out. Transparent, crystal chunks stared back at me as I instantly felt awake. I emptied the whole packet into my mouth and felt my head go all light. I took the remaining four packets and stuffed them into a hidden pocket in my top. I stumbled out of the cubicle, out of the toilet and on to the dance floor.

Just dance, gonna be okay
Just dance, spin the record babe
Just dance, gonna be okay
Dance, dance, just, j-j-just, dance

Drugs may give me the high I need, but what took it to the next level was music. I lost my mind as I let the music flow through me, through every vein and organ. I flung myself in all directions and laughed out loud. I had no idea what I was doing, but I didn’t care.

Wish I could shut my playboy mouth
How’d I turn my shirt inside out? Inside outright
Control your poison babe, roses have thorns they say
And we’re all getting hosed tonight

I bumped my body into whose ever body was next to mine. I swung my head left and right, up and down. A few women shot me angry and irritated looks, but I took no notice. I was just concentrating on the music.

Half psychotic, sick, hypnotic
Got my blueprint, it’s symphonic
Half psychotic, sick, hypnotic
Got my blueprint, electronic

The beat of the music got louder and louder, and slowly it started ringing too loudly in my ears. I instinctively covered my ears with my hands, but the throbbing seemed to be stuck in my head. The room started spinning around and around and my vision blurred ever so slightly. Suddenly, a piercing scream broke the party atmosphere.

“Everyone run! The police are here! Run! Run!!” I didn’t hear this, like I said, all I could hear was the music.

I released my ears and let my arms fall slack.

Just dance, gonna be okay
Just dance, spin the record babe
Just dance, gonna be okay
Dance, dance, just, j-j-just, dance

I had no idea what my body was doing, all I did was to listen to the music, let it control me. This was the main reason why I only get high in clubs – only they have loud and powerful enough music to satisfy my needs.

A pair of big, sturdy hands suddenly clasped on my shoulders, preventing me from letting my hair down. The whole world stopped for a heart beat – I saw people frozen in their respective positions, I couldn’t hear the music I was so addicted to, I couldn’t feel the drugs I love pulse through me, and I felt as if nothing was holding me down.

Then it all came crashing down. My head had that horrible feeling again, as if the music was ten times louder than it already was and all the sound was trapped in my skull. A horrible, vile liquid started climbing up my throat and the room starting spinning awfully fast. My shoulders were aching too from all the weight those hands were putting on my frail frame.

Metal handcuffs bit into my wrists as the hands that were on my shoulder swept both my hands behind my back in one fluid movement.

“Follow me, Miss. And don’t you dare try anything funny, you’ll never get away with it,” A gruff voice breathed into my ear.

Before I had time to respond, I was being dragged unwillingly on my heels through the club to the main entrance. I wanted to fight back, talk back, do anything, but I simply did not have any energy left. I felt so hopeless, so small and useless. I began to weep – big, fat, salty tears streamed endlessly down my cheeks. Before I knew it, I was thrown hastily into the back of a police van.

Half psychotic, sick, hypnotic
Got my blueprint, it’s symphonic
Half psychotic, sick, hypnotic
Got my blueprint, electronic

The city passed me in a blur of sound and lights. I was thrown around the van as it went over uneven road and blue blacks were beginning to form. Slowly the throbbing went away as the Ice lost its effect, but I felt worse. I wanted more, I needed more Ice.

The van screeched to a halt and the doors flung open. Another pair of burly hands that seized me was the brusque welcome I received at the station. Once again, I was dragged through the automatic glass sliding doors of the station and into an interrogation room.

I was pushed into a plastic chair in front of an oak table while someone else shoved a table light in my face and switched it on.

“Ouch! What the hell! Switch it off,” I turned my head away swiftly and made a “tsk” sound.

“You better not complain, Miss Madisonne. You’re in a hell of a lot trouble. Tell me, what were you doing at the club just now?” Officer Andy, according to his nametag, bore at me with sharp gleaming eyes.

“What else can I do? Having a nice drink and dancing to the greatest music ever,” I smirked at him and enjoyed immensely watching his face turn a deeper shade of red with every passing second.

“Could you then explain why you were seen buying drugs from a particular Desmond at 2200 hours?” It was his turn to have the upper hand.

“You must be mistaken, officer, I wouldn’t do such a thing,” I tried my very best to pull off the most convincing puppy eyes.

“So you’re saying that you have an identical twin eh, Miss Madisonne?” He slipped several shots of Desmond and I having the exchange, and several close ups of me.

Before I could say “I am screwed”, Officer Andy ordered one of his men to escort me to the washroom.

“Take this and be quick,” He removed my handcuffs and jabbed a small transparent plastic container into my hands.

“Oh my god,” I thought to myself, I’d never clear the urine test. I reluctantly stumbled into the toilet and made my way to the nearest cubicle.

Go! Use your muscle, carve it out, work it, hustle
I got it, just stay close enough to get it
Don’t slow! Drive it, clean it, lights out, bleed it
Spend the latso

The second I stepped out of the washroom, I was once again handcuffed by deft hands and the container was rudely snatched from me. As usual, I was pulled across the floor towards the end of a narrow corridor of which stood several metal bars parallel to each other. The guy took off my handcuffs and thrust me into the cell.

“Enjoy,” He gave an evil laugh before slamming the wrought iron gates in my face.

I turned around and that’s how I got myself here. My buttock was starting to ache from sitting on the adamantine floor and I was shaking uncontrollably. I’d never survive in jail, I can’t and I won’t. I’d simply die without drugs and music. That’s when it hit me. I will die eventually. It was just a matter of where and when. I smiled to myself as I realized all my previous worrying was for nothing.

I clumsily tried to find the hidden pocket in my top. When I finally did after what seemed like an eternity, I found the packets of Ice I stored away. I emptied and swallowed the contents of all four bags at breakneck speed, then took a final glance at the apathetic people surrounding me.

I closed my eyes as I removed burden by burden from my mind and body. Slowly but surely, I felt lighter, happier and most important of all, free.

“I’ll have no regrets for falling in love with drugs and music, no regret at all,” I told myself as I drew a final breath and collapsed on the floor.


The End






Acknowledgements:
Song used: Just Dance – Lady Gaga
Lyrics used: http://www.metrolyrics.com/just-dance-lyrics-lady-gaga.html
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