The music was too loud. The air reeked of alcohol, weed, and sweat. Someone spilled something sticky on my leg, and I didn’t even flinch. I was too numb. Too dizzy.

I should never have come to this party.

I leaned against the wall, clutching my red Solo cup like it would anchor me. My vision was already blurring at the edges, but I could still make out the bodies grinding around me. The room spun, colors bleeding together, laughter and moans echoing like a bad dream.

A guy I didn’t ...