Superstition

Preludes

— I can't speak for the quality, but it was expensive enough.
— So what does it do?
—He told me it’s sort of like an aphrodisiac, but it’s also relaxing at the same time. So, you’ll probably sleep well, but you’ll also have a boner and probably weird dreams. But, you always have weird shit happening in your dreams.
— Ha, ha, very funny Erica.— He answered with palpable sarcasm. As long as it fucks me up enough to take my mind off the teachers I'm down for anything.
— I'm being honest Adrian; you should write down your nightmares. You could end up becoming a famous author like Lovecraft or King. I mean, you are an awesome writer, I don't get why you are studying computer programming
— I might, I might. It could be a nice way to exorcise those demons into a page— Answered Adrian while snorting a line of crushed, yellow pills his girlfriend bought him. That was the last time he spoke.
As Adrian convulsed on the floor, Erica panicked and ran in her underwear through the students’ residential hallway, calling for help. The other students flocked to the room and soon called an ambulance. After a night in the hospital, Adrian’ parents were called.