That Perfect Night

All I could think of was how lucky I was. It was a great day and a Perfect night. I had BEGGED my mom to babysit so I could stay out longer. I had been invited to go out with a group of people I see all too rarely, so I was thrilled when my mom agreed.

I felt warm and happy sitting around the table having a singsong in the way only the Irish have perfected. I sang along to the songs I knew. I listened to the people i loved and admired sing beautiful melodies.

When we left the air was cold but it wasn't raining. We were heading to a night club in town. Just a quick train ride away. 

We laughed and joked while walking to the train station. Such a Perfect night, I thought. It could only get better from here.

There was about 15 of us, and we all squeezed into the small space where you buy tickets; excited for the night ahead. 

We were singing songs again. This time louder, a bit off key, and with great enthusiasm.

Then everything was black. Complete darkness. The darkness scared me. Seconds later the pressure came. I couldn't breathe. The dark wasn't so scary anymore. Breathe. Lights were flashing and swirling towards me. The pressure. Oh god the pressure. Breathe. Try to breathe.

Through  the dark and somewhere above the pressure I heard a faint voice call my name. The voice kept saying my name. 
Then there was nothing.

My Perfect night.