Ice created a thin film the inside of her bedroom windows. She started shivering even before her feet touched the frozen floorboards. Resisting the urge to curl into a ball of warmth.
She knew she had to get ready soon but the chains wrapped around her ankles dragged her to the end of the bed. Scraping against her skin the weight of fatigue produced the same shade that lay beneath the bags of her eyes. Her eyes fixated on the wall and as she stared into nothingness she was suddenly pulled back into reality by the continuous knocking at the door that held a slightly impatient tone. Tying the laces on her high heels, she stumbled down the stairs, already feeling the slight sensation of drunk- ness she was destined to encounter later, she eventually answered the door. There stood her taxi driver, dressed in fancy dress, the cheap kind you get from the charity shop in a hurry and she chuckled as he described the events in which he came to find his outfit, whilst opening the taxi door. The minute they pulled up to the party, her stomach was infected with nerves and she could feel her hands tremble as she unbuckled her purse to find her dark red lipstick.
Entering the party, her eyes struggled to find something to focus on, but she could barely see through her masquerade mask so it didn’t make much difference. Two staircases, coated in marble lead up to the second floor of the house where people stood, sipping their champagne glasses and lightly chuckling about the expenses of capitalism or their taxes. Servants dressed in red waistcoats waltzed around the open dining hall, delicately shuffling silver platters of salmon and cream between their fingertips.
You could sense they looked well presented and joyful nevertheless, they had tired souls behind them, but forced to keep them hidden. Adjusting her dress, she felt a cold hand on her back and as she turned around her eyes were locked with deep green pools, hidden beneath a black and gold mask. Lost in his eyes, he pulled out a tiny, black, shiny vial, slipping a couple pills in her drink. Going bright red, which was luckily covered by her mask and she watched the mysterious figure disappear into the crowd of ballroom dancers and laughter.
Overwhelmed with the sensation of the dance floor, she stumbled outside for a gasp of fresh air and there he was. Standing there. His eyes pierced through hers. There was a slightly uncomfortable feeling of awkwardness between them two and she tried to leave by grasping the red curtain, leading her back into the dance floor but felt his hand tightly grab her wrist. What was once a comforting look in his eyes, now looked deceitful and slightly evil. As her vision blurred and tears stung her eyes like hornets to the cornea, she collapsed to the floor and faintly heard him chuckling as he taunted her with a bag of pills. His menacing laugh echoed through her swollen ears and sent cold shivers down her spine. The hairs on her arms stood up, awoken by the poisoned blood that was shooting through her veins beneath them and she lost all feeling her fingers.
She laid helpless on the ground as she watched the man re-enter the party. Slipping a smile under his mask, grabbed a salmon bite whilst subtly wiping his fingers with disinfectant. They simultaneously shared her last breath ,whilst she lay unconscious on the ground.