I'm rusty.
Oh, and I changed it a bit.:]
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She glanced down at the couple of stray tabs which lay innocently on the bedside cabinet. Her dark brown eyes wondered over to the anxious crowd of friends, who were watching her every move. Her hand shakily hovered over the paper-like drugs. Her head was spinning, everything seemed a blur. Her stomach churned with volcanic sickness which had begun bubbling up inside her. Her mind began swimming with what-ifs. She knew she couldn’t say no. The looks, the stares, the whispering, the laughs would never seize. They wouldn’t let it go. They’d call her a wimp, a sore loser. She took another glimpse at the drugs. She stared at them hard. The bright red strawberry printed tabs stared back willingly, calling to her, asking her to take one.
“For gods sake Cat! Just take one already!” One of her friends, Haylee, moaned restlessly.
All of them had already taken one and were all waiting for the affects to finally take place. They had all taken it before and were not anywhere near as nervous or worried as Catriona was. She was new to the gang. Only having started her new school two weeks back; she had already begun settling in and making new friends. The only problem was that she didn’t realise how wrong her first choice of friends were. There was one boy, a year older than Catriona, had refused to take one, he had to do night shift and didn’t want the hassle of Acid messing with his mind when he should be concentrating, oh so he said. His name was Lewis; he was a tall, longed face guy, with blond messy hair and a long straight fringe. On the right side of his lip was a silver lip ring which he played about repeatedly with his tongue when concentrating. He had been kicked out of school for smoking Cannabis on school grounds repeatedly. They soon became fed up of his lack of effort and excluded him not long after the beginning of fourth year. He looked up and cheekily grinned at Catriona and her cowardliness.
“Take one, don’t worry you’ll be alright. If something happens, I’ll be there to look after you, baby.” He winked.
Catriona laughed, embarrassed. She could feel a hot sensation burning up in her cheeks which produced a shade of light pink against her white sickly skin. His words stuck in her mind and began to reply over and over again like a broken record player. She finally picked one up, and laid it in her soft palms. She touched the strawberry with her thumb, and began to careless the tab gently, trying to get rid of any second thoughts before then plopping it on her tongue. Her friends sighed with relief. Haylee cheered and raised her hand, motioning for a high-five.
“At last. Took your time there.” She grinned,
“She wouldn’t have done it if it wasn’t for Lewis’s sweet talk.” Giggled a tall, thin blonde haired girl called Jenny, who had been sitting texting since the minute she walked into the room. No one actually thought she knew what was going on as it seemed she was too wrapped up in her own little world of bitching and flirting through the popular method of text messaging. She smiled at Catriona, noticing that her cheeks were now turning red. She giggled and looked down at her mobile which gave a small vibration, indicating she had a new text message. She jumped; the phone fell from her lap and crashed onto the floor and started to vibrate again. She began to giggle feverishly, the acid clearly kicking in as she slumped back, onto Catriona’s pillow.
It did not seem to matter to Catriona though, as her mind had flooded back with doubt about the acid again. Unfortunately there was no going back now, she had already taken it. ‘But what if it went wrong?’ she thought. What if she had a bad trip, embarrassed herself, or worst of all, died? She shivered, rubbing her arms with her trembling hands. She sat back and sighed. All she could do was wait for hell to come and swallow her up.
Suddenly she had an overwhelming rush of uncontrollable laughter. As more time passed this euphoric rush grew more intense, almost to the point where she felt she couldn’t even move. Catriona looked around the room in utter awe. Everything was breathing, like it had its very own pulse, as if it were human. With each breath this pulse grew stronger and stronger; while the room began to bend and sway more and more violently. Catriona began to panic, confused.
"What the fuck happening!" She screeched at Haylee.
"Calm down, you’re just trippin'! It’s normal." She replied laughing.
Catriona felt a little better, but there was still the lingering paranoia of having a bad trip. What if this was just a start of a bad trip? What if it got worse? Her whole world was coming apart at the seams, and there was nothing she could do. She looked around her bedroom, hoping to find some normality. Instead she felt as if her room was from another dimension. Everything seemed to have a fluid appearance to it, like it was moving, squirming, changing.
She was slowly being driven away from her sanity, into a world where nothing made sense. Instead of hearing sounds with her ears; she could hear it with her eyes, as if she could see those sounds. Her senses had become muddled, as if they were confused by what does what.
“Lewis?” she breathed.
There was no answer. She began panicking, turning her head left and right, searching for someone to hold her, to tell her it was going to be alright.
“Haylee?” she tried again but there was still no answer. Her breaths became heavy and irregular and her body began to shake more violently. She couldn’t control it; she wanted everything to be back to normal. She was scared. She took deep breaths and stared at the wall in front of her. She noticed a fly in the corner of her eye and began to follow it, unsure if it was real or not. But it seemed far too big for a fly. She shut her eyes, but instead it just made the fly more intense. It’s buzzing became louder and louder, sending pulsating vibrations, like a wave of sound energy. She opened them again, this time the bug didn’t have any wings; instead eight, long black legs began to grow. Her eyes widened as far as they could go. She began shuffling back, as far away as she could get from this long legged monster. It opened its many eyes. She could see her terrified reflection as it began to grow. She noticed small black dots appearing on her face in its eyes reflection. As they grew bigger she noticed they weren’t black dots but in fact mini versions of the creature growing on the wall.
Ever since she was young; spiders had always creeped her out. The fact that one could be scurrying across her skin with its long, thin, hairy legs terrified her beyond belief. She let out a high pitching scream whilst her body uncontrollably began to relieve itself. No matter how much she screamed or hit them; they still wouldn’t leave her at bay. More and more started creeping and crawling their way to her walls, floors, ceiling and furniture. She began crying, screaming for it to end. She slapped herself where ever she could, trying to reassure herself it wasn’t real, that it was a dream, a trick and that she was to wake up and realise it would be alright. As she moved her hand towards her face for a fifth slap she saw a red spider crawl from between her fingers onto her palm. She shook it violently, screaming and crying tearfully, wishing for it to all end. She closed her eyes, hoping it would all go away, but instead she could see more, everywhere, different colours and sizes, some even covered in blood. She couldn’t bear it anymore, it had to stop, she had to get out. There was only one way she could think of, she didn’t want to, but it was the only way of escape.
When her parents got home; they were in for a surprise. There lay their daughter, covered in cuts, blood and broken glass barely pumping enough blood around her sickly white body. When they took her to the hospital she never did emotionally recover properly. The affects of the Acid had been so devastating on her; she became nothing more than a mindless wreck of fear and self harm. The worry of being called a “wimp” had costed her sanity. She was a white mass of mumbling insecurities; jumping and screaming at any small sound. But from now on; this was to be her life. Who would want to swap their normal lives just to get a thrill of a small tab of Acid? I know I wouldn’t.
