Tears Of London

Bad trip

ERIN

When I first got up from my chair, the world turned all around me. I immediately sat down, almost falling. A smell is lingering in the living room. Foul. Toxic. A mix of chlorine and sweat. A smell that could make the eyes turn.
A horrible pain filled me.
My fingers began to stretch out and wiggle with flexibility, like a wagon on a roller coaster.
Suddenly, I had the feeling that the skin on my cheeks was falling. That my face started to melt.
I absolutely had to get some air.

Like a blind man, I let my hands guide me to the door.
I was walking slowly between people's boiling bodies, who were swinging like undeads. From front to back. Dancing to the slow beat of music. I don't know any of those people, but I guess they're in the same state as me. I finally got to the door. The exit. The path to the fresh air.
When I opened it, I almost smashed a girl forehead with the door jamb. At the same time, she started puking at my feet, then she standed up before holding her golden glass to her lips again, strangely smiling at me.
I close the door behind me. A gust of wind sweeped my face, which attenuated the flames in my brain. My ears are clogged. I didn't clearly heard Malcolm when he called me.
- Erin ?
My friend was standing on the porch. A cigarett in the hand. Grey smoke escaped from his lips.
- Brother, where you goin' ? he seemed asking me while I was going down the porch steps, without being able to stop my staggering.
In fact, maybe it was not Malcolm. I couldn't see clearly. His silhouette was distorted, twisted, and started waving in all directions, like a reflection in the water. Like my fingers earlier.
Abruptly, Malcolm started to float in the air, then his image grazed more. I shook my head nervously.
Hmm. Must have been a hard one, that one. 
Then...I didn't remember why I was waiting that way on the pavement like a fool, so I started walking again.
- Erin... ? Where are you going, huh ? I heard Malcolm saying anew.
Huh ? Ah. Yeah, shit. Just forgot he was there.
- I'm gonna...um...get some fresh air, I managed to formulate before stumbling away. Coming back soon.
In my back, a laugh went off.
- I just saw the cops zoning. You can't go like this, you know...look at your face.
- I'm okay.
- Yeah, yeah, of course, brother, he told me, laughing. You've got a bit powder left under your nose.
Without a word, I wiped myself with the back of my hand, before walking away from the Hutt.