[ WP ] Write about your most recent dream .

It was sympathy that came first. The young couple, the young girl in her arms, the desperation. Never one to turn away someone in need, I led them into the two rooms that constitute the flat and rushed to find a phone. 
 
 Upon seeing the three others at the front door, some confusion and doubt spoke up. They were tall men, loud and boisterous, and did n't so much glance in my direction. I tried to talk to them, to make myself heard over the greetings and jokes they were sharing with the couple, who had now seemingly cheered up immeasurably. 
 
 And that was how it stayed. Everytime I looked away from the door, more and more noisy and obnoxious people entered, some were drunk, some high and getting higher. All of them were smiling. There was one guy, a teenager in baggy black clothes and longish hair under a depressing hat. 
 He was the only one of them I managed to, slightly, acknowledge me, I compelled him to leave, to get them all to leave, and repeated the same things over and over. Although he did n't look at me, he sloped silently off and left. 
 
 The party picked up around me. Music, breaking glass and the sounds of hundreds of jubilant people filled the rooms. They had grown to accommodate the size of the crowd and I searched the floor worriedly for my cat, who was still afraid of a plastic bag. It was the baby I was concerned the most for though, she had n't been seen in hours. 
 
 
 Colours blurred, the room was heaving and the teenager showed up at my side wearing the same empty expression he had been earlier. He left quicker this time, I barely asked at all. He took none of the growing crowd with him. I tried to call the police. I screamed at them as loudly as I could from the top of a table already full of bodies. 
 
 The next time the teenager came back, he was n't alone. Four party-goers carried in his body. His clothes and his hat remained mostly on, but in the places they were n't no longer wore skin. Huge layers stripped from his face, legs and torso. The exposed muscles and tendons of his were motionless. As the cuff off his baggy black jeans shifted in the commotion of getting him inside, a few inches of his leg could be seen. There was nothing but ankle bone and blood disappearing into muddy trainers. 
 
 I assumed there was an accident. Some horrible experience in the road outside, with vehicles and tarmac. Until I saw my cat. A small space had parted around where she stood, completely flayed and frozen. No fur and no skin, she was entirely pink and red and bleeding everywhere. She turned up her face to me, minus half an ear. It was a gruesome, alien sight with frighteningly familiar eyes. Still unmoving, she began to cry. 
 

