Addicted

Chapter 5 (Saxon)

        I wake up, soaking wet, laying in dirt with trees surrounding me. To my right are the train tracks, and to my left Kristina, Kelsie, and Kaylon stand, also dreched in water. Why the fuck does everyone in this group besides Renee and I have names that start with K? 

        Anyways, Kristina grabs my hand and helps me up. I'm still high as fuck, so by the time I'm standing, Kaylon and Kelsie are sixty feet up in a tree, making out. I stare at them, intrigued about how fantastic they are at kissing. I watch as Kaylon loses her balances and falls the sixty feet out of the tree and to the ground.

        Kaylon just lies there for a few seconds, completely clean from any wounds, staring at the leaves above. Then, she starts screaming in agony and blood spurts out of her left leg. But this isn't normal blood. This blood is rainbow colored, and hella sparkly. This must be proof that Kaylon is gay as fuck.

        Kelsie floats down from the spot on her tree and lands next to kaylon. She rips off her muscle tee and ties it around Kaylon's injured leg in an attempt to save her. Fucking amateur. Only I can heal hopeless cases. I wave my wand above this loser ass Kaylon and she stops screaming and the gash in her leg is perfectly healed. 

        Kaylon stands and handcuffs Kelsie's hand to her own. "The next time I fall out of a tree, you're falling with me motherfucker."

        "I'll never let go, Jack," Kelsie replies.

        "Don't pull a motherfucking Rose on me and drop me into the freezing ass ocean, you ho," Kaylon snaps at the blue-haired girl.

        The four of us step onto the train tracks and decide to go left. We all trip every few seconds because it's about nine by now, and hella dark already so we can't see very well. At one point in this journey to the gas station, Kristina trips over her extremely long legs and falls into a bunch of blueberries laying on the side of the tracks. She stays there for a few minutes while we just stand there, looking at her. Kristina is unable to move because her legs are tied in a knot.

        The three of us combine our small amounts of strength to lift Kristina, whose body now matches the color of her hair. She looks like she's doing a low budget cosplay of a member of The Blue Man Group besides the fact that she's not bald. Yet. 

        Kristina rips off her clothing. She leaves her Pierce The Veil shirt, skinny jeans, bra, and underwear next to the train tracks. "I AM THE BLUEBERRY WOMAN!" booms Kristina as she raises her arms with excitement.

        Kristina runs off into the distance, her arms flailing behind her. We hear her savage yelling fade away as she becomes further away from where the three of us stand. Kaylon and Kelsie high-five each other and celebrate the disappearance of Kristina as I fall to the ground in a bundle of tears. Kristina is the only person that I like in this group and now she left, leaving me with these two fucktards. I pull a joint out of my pocket and light it with my fiery red hair. I take a few puffs then throw the weed at a tree. I realize what I had just done and run over to where my precious weed has landed. I pick it up and feel that the joint is wet with a thick, red liquid. I can feel colors.

        I look at the tree that I threw the weed at and see that on it is what used to be squirrel. "KELSIE! KAYLON! I KNOW WHERE WE ARE!" I exclaim excitely, recalling the area in which I had rammed a rabid squirrel into a tree with my head earlier in the day. 

        The two come running at me and, inable to stop, accidentally run me over. They crash into a nearby dandelion, crumbling to the ground in pain. Kelsie stands and kicks the dandelion angrily, but instead of the dandelion breaking off the stem and flying elsewhere, Kelsie's foot disassembles from her body from the impact with the little dandelion.

        Kelsie runs away from the dandelion- HAH just kidding, she doesn't have a foot to run on! So, Kelsie attemps to run away from the dandelion, but instead falls onto a patch of grass. The blades of grass are actually literal blades painted green to resemble grass, so every inch- including the vagina -of Kelsie's body is stabbed.

        "Grass makes a terrible dildo," states Kelsie, sparkly rainbow blood spilling from her wounds. 

        I disagree, for I often use grass as a dildo. I sigh and wave my wand over Kelsie, reattaching her foot, and drag her over to Kaylon, who has fallen into a deep sleep next to the dandelion.