Chapter 11

Eriane’s POV

You know, sometimes clubs are one of the saddest places, where people dance in despair, laugh when they really just want to cry and drink until they’re numb. It’s where the dead goes to seek artificial dopamine to numb the pain of existence.

“Do I really have to go through this?” I thought to myself as I kept chugging the beer in my hand. Shane seemed to genuinely enjoy every moment, while I just did it to escape the darkness inside my head. I couldn’t help but wonder what I had done so wrong that I ended up in a situation like this. My dad was the only person I had left, and now I was about to lose him, too, because of a decision I had no control over.

“Is that Josh?” I was surprised when Shane suddenly hit my shoulder, pointing in a certain direction to get my attention.

I squinted my eyes, hoping to see a bit clearer, but the alcohol was taking control of my body. “I can’t see—” I was about to respond when she grabbed my arm and started