It seemed as if the only thing that was meaningful in my life was the mushrooms.
In four weeks, I had lost everything.
I had failed every test. I was unable to walk to school without falling on my face. Everything I looked at seemed to merge together, and most of the time I’d see paranormal and unreal things. When people touched me, I’d scream.
For the past few days, I’ve been vomiting a bucketful.
Now, I sat in my room, scared and alone. My body was hot. Blond hair was plastered on my forehead.
Agitation. Confusion. Fear.
My shaking hands grasped my cellphone. I could feel myself dialling Jack’s number. On the second ring, he picked up.
“I’m scared, Jack.” I whispered. “I need more...Devon won’t sell to me anymore.” There was silence on the other line.
“Stay where you are and don’t do anything.” He ordered. “I’m coming to get you.”
That was the moment I blacked out.
By the time I woke up again, I was in the streets. I was shivering uncontrollably, only in my boxers, and beside me a pool of vomit.
I looked around but I couldn’t see anything. My cheeks were wet from tears.
I managed to get myself up to my feet. Keeping my balance on the walls, I staggered towards the beach. I wasn’t sure if it was real or not. I didn’t care. All I knew was that I had to get to it.
The beach, the beach, the beach...
I heard a loud honk, like a truck. At that moment I snapped out of it, but it was far too late.
Headlights. I was on the highway.
The last thing I heard was the crack of my bones.