JUDE
It's all wrong.
I don't know when it got this way, but … I can't feel my body. My face feels numb, tongue heavy in my mouth. I can't even talk. I can't tell the guy walking out of the balcony not to. I can't move my legs to stop him from leaning too closely to the railing.
It's all so wrong.
It takes effort to move my head, look down, and see Mariah. She is passed out on the couch, just like me, head on my lap. The party is still ongoing, but everyone is trapped in their little world, alone, despite being in a room full of people. No one can help me. I have to force my body to fall off the couch onto the floor. I hold her head, fingers trembling as I feel her pulse.
She is still breathing.
Someone is screaming, and I turn and see it's the guy on the balcony. His white shirt is open, hands outstretched as he tilts his head towards the sky. No one can help the guy who is now screaming that he can fly, asking if he should try flying right now. I can't do anything.
