Lights out. Music on. The smell of Whiskey in read cups and cigarette smoke blinds my other senses. I feel sick, so I slowly start walking to the door, into the cold breeze of the snowy winter day. I dont have my coat, but I do have my boots, so at least my toes won't get frostbite. I descend further into the snow covered beach and find myself in front of the only tree seen for  miles, I find myself staring at it. then at the icy ocean. Frozen. Beautiful. Dead. Nothing out there but ice and cold.

   I can feel my fingers getting numb and my face get red from the cold. I ignore it, and walk further into the white abyss. As the ice makes cracking sounds against the weight of my body I feel a sharp surge of excitement in my veins. And for the first time in my life I feel alive. Like everything I have done up to this moment was useless. I keep walking, walking, and walking. I hear the people from the party calling my name and cheering as I take my final step into the abyss.

      I reach the pole standing in the ocean where the boat was before the lake froze over. I rip it off and I stand holding it up, hair blowing in my face, watching everyone scream and cheer. For I have been the only one to get this far. Then. Just as I am about it walk back. I fall; and descend into the water. Lights out.