Lauryn
The colours are pretty; a dizzying spiral of golds and silvers. Dizzy, dizzy. I'd laugh at the pretty lights if I could find my mouth, my mouth and ears and nose make a face...faces like the ones outlined in the coloured sparkles. I can reach out and touch them, whoops, didn't realise my hand was so heavy. No, the colours are fading, I scared them away. my hand's too heavy to grab the lights, to make them stay...The faces are left, but I still have the dizziness. Dizzy, dizzy, dizzy Skizzy. Skizzy...His face is there, it's funny, it's close and upside-down and it's almost too close, he looks worried.
No, I don't like it, it's too close now. And there's Lucy's. And Realn's, and Olivia's and Ali's. They're strange...why are they above me? Why am I on the floor? The pretty lights are all gone now and there's just the numb feeling in my head; it feels like the time I OD'd on painkillers.
I struggle past the numbness and try to form words.
"Where're we? Was'n th' pavmennnt...wass this plaayyce?"
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