Pretty, Precarious & Prohibited

40 - Overdose, Over-it & OD

~ High For This - The Weeknd ~
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⚠︎︎TW - OVERDOSE

"You guys don't think I'll do it?" I ask. Both boys shake their heads. My eyes snap back to the huge bowl of mystery pills.

"It's not really your thing to take random pills," Andrew says. I pick up four random ones.

"This is a bad idea isn't it," Owen says. I look back for the two boys. My ex Andrew, and his best friend, Owen.

"You guys took one. Why can't I," I ask. Andrew laughs, handing me a bottle of water. They each grab a pill and open their own water bottle. "Bottoms up!" We cheers before swallowing them.

I swallowed more than one. As the night went on, drinking, drugs and smoking took place. I didn't stop. I wanted to just forget everything. Have fun. Be completely oblivious to my real life.

A hand takes mine pulling me away. "Baby you don't look so well," Andrew's hand caresses my cheek. My forehead drips in sweat.

I shake my head. "I'm fine. Just thirsty," I say before taking a sip of my drink. Andrew snaps his fingers bringing Owen over.

Owen's places two fingers against my neck feeling my pulse. "Prys how many drugs did you take?" He asks, pulling his hand away.

I shrug. "Not exactly su-" I don't get to finish my sentence when my chest begins hurting. "My chest hurts." I try to breathe but it feels like I can't get enough air.

"Shit she's overdosing. Prys can you hear me," I look up at Andrew. My vision begins to blur. Everything is spinning and my body drops.

But I don't hit anything hard. Soft arms possibly. "Prystyne don't go to sleep. Shit Owen, call 911!" Something lightly taps my face.

My eyes are shut and I begin choking. On air? On spit? I don't know but I feel myself begin to shake. My eyes shoot open and I see Andrew and Owen.

Owen is on the phone. Andrew's mouth is moving but I can't hear a word he's saying. I suck in a huge breath of air before my eyes roll to the back of my head and my body begins shaking vigorously.

•••

I wake up to bright lights. A tube running up through my nose and down into my stomach. A hospital bracelet around my right wrist. An IV in my left hand. My body, covered in white sheets. My eyes scan the white room.

"Prys!" Peyton and Peyton both run to me. Their hands overtop of mine. I can tell they've been crying.

"Well I guess drugs aren't the way out. Maybe I should try a noose next time," I try to joke but I know it isn't not funny.

"What?" Peyton asks. Tears falling down her first.

I manage to crack a smile through the pain. "I'm kidding. I'm not suicidal, just stupid," I mutter. And I don't mean stupid for taking drugs.

"Gosh what is this," I mutter, pulling at the tube taped on my face. A lady in scrubs walks in.

"Activated charcoal. It absorbs the drugs. We would've made you drink it instead but you were unconscious. You are lucky to have friends who care enough to bring you in," she informs.

I roll my eyes. I notice my parents walking in behind her. "No, don't let them in. Please," I beg as she walks over to me.

"My apologies. Parents are allowed in," she reaches for the tube. "Take a deep breath out," she says. I do as she says while she pulls the tube out of my nose.

"That is disgusting," I cough once the tube is out. "So doc, you gonna hook me up with some morphine for this killer headache," I ask.

She shakes her head. I don't miss the disappointed look on my parents faces. "Prystyne, please let the doctor do her thing," Mom scolds.