Toya Jenelle Jones “Purgatory”

About the Author:

I am a 33 year old Correctional Corporal from Ridgely,Tn. I’ve been writing stories since I was twelve.My dream is to never stop dreaming! Toya Jenelle Jones

“PURGATORY”

By Toya Jenelle Jones

Dana still wasn’t sure if she wanted to go to this night club.  Just the name of it, PURGATORY, was daunting.  They were sitting in her best friend’s car two blocks down from the club.  “Come on, chick,” Jorja exclaimed, “it’ll be fun .Trust me,” she said while getting out of the vehicle.  Anytime Jorja said that, they usually ended up in trouble.  With a deep sigh, Dana exited the car after Jorja and began to walk the two blocks to the club’s front entrance.  Dana saw that the streets were lined with cars; so, the club had to be popular.

One of the house rules was that the dress code was strictly Gothic.  As a result, they’d gone to Goth-Den and nearly blown their whole paychecks, yet it was fun to dress up.  “When we get inside, Jorja”, Dana warned, “behave!”           Jorja smiled brightly at her.  “Hell no!” she replied, “and neither will you!”

Purgatory was a renovated warehouse painted as expected in black.  The red neon sign flashed blood red.  Dana nervously turned to Jorja.  “Uh-uh, I don’t think so,” she said turning away.   “Oh chill!” Jorja exclaimed, drawing attention.  She did it on purpose because Dana hated people staring at her.  So, as usual, Dana backed down and stayed in line behind her friend.  The bouncer only seemed to admit the strangest looking people.  When it was their turn, he gave them the once over, eyes lingering briefly on Dana, and then held out his hand indicating that they would be allowed in.  Jorja paid him, and he opened the velvet rope for them to enter, but not before Dana got a good look at him.  When she did, she cringed because he had cat eyes, like an animal.  She had to force herself to look away.