𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐃𝐫𝐮𝐠 || 𝐒.𝐋𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐳

09

"Victoria..." Santana trailed off, tears welling up in her eyes. "There has to be another way. Like um...therapy!"

I had to disagree with that suggestion which was most unfortunate. "I can't do this, Santana."

My brain buzzed with horrible thoughts, but an idea struck me suddenly. I hated to do this to my girlfriend, however in seemed like an only option.

That night was for preparing, and so I packed my duffle bag while the Latina slept. She let out soft snores every few second, and I couldn't help but brush a few loose strands out of the girl's face. Placing a gentle kiss onto her forehead, I continued with my plan.

After a long few hours of thinking this through, I successfully managed to route out how this would work. The next night, I planned to run away after spending after school with Santana on a date. When she was asleep, I would sneak out and set off on my journey. Where to? God knows.

I climbed into bed next to Santana, cuddling up to her and falling into a deep sleep. Something I knew I would need.

~

"Morning beautiful," Santana kissed me softly as to wake me up. "We're gonna be late, come on."

That morning before school went along as per status quo, until we noticed that we were supposed to arrive twenty minutes ago.

"We're running really late, sweetheart, come on!" Santana began to pester me, but I ran over to my duffle bag quickly and pulled out a bottle of vodka. "Put the vodka down, Vics!"

She ran over, trying to pry it out of my hands as I chugged it. I managed to finish what was left of it by the time Santana got it out of my embrace. She grabbed the duffle bag, but noticed that all my stuff was inside of it.

"Victoria, why is your bag packed? I thought you were staying," Santana questioned, and I could tell she was upset about it. "Talk to me, Victoria."

"Maybe I don't want to!" I accidentally yelled, suddenly thankful her parents weren't home. "Ever think of that?"

Santana furrowed her eyebrows at me. "Victoria, you know the safest place for you is here!"

"Don't start on that bullshit! They know where I am, they could easily come and get me any second now!"

"And? You need that treatment so why not just accept it!" Santana attempted to reason with me.

"Just last night you were going on about being sad about it, and now you're suddenly happy? God, Santana! Stop switching emotions every two seconds!"

"Victoria, I just watched you chug a quarter bottle of vodka because you have to go to fucking school! If you're gonna make these decisions then I am sure as hell not gonna stick around to watch you grow up to be a lousy alcoholic drug addict!"

I stared at Santana coldly, grabbing the duffle bag in my hands. "Fuck off." With that I strutted out of the room and exited the house.

On foot, it was difficult to decide where to go, but I was headed down a dark path, and God only knew what what due for me.

Hours I walked, each step becoming more and more tiresome. Where I was I didn't know, and it seemed like days I was on this path. Daylight's bright beam soon flourished into a shadow-ridden sky of night's dark embrace. It was soon that I settled on a park bench for the night, and I knew exactly what I needed.

I rustled around in my bag, eventually discovering a half full bottle of liquor. "Perfect." I mumbled, lighting up a blunt on the side.

Soon relaxing, I switched between both substances. My eye was soon however to be a caught on a plant I recognised from research. It sprung a white flower baring many spiked bulbs. I'd read about this drug; Datura.

It seemed pointless to miss out on a chance that could potentially result in a trip, and so I walked over and grasped one of the little bulbs, breaking it open to reveal tiny seeds, several there were.

I collected them in my hand, washing them down with the liquor. From there on, I awaited for the trip to commence.

I simply laid down, staring up at the stars. Thirty odd minutes passed, and I heard a voice.

"Thought I'd find you here," It was Santana. I was astonished as to how she knew my location. "What are you on?"

"What?" Was all I could manage to say, an unexpected anxiety hitting me.

She scoffed. "I was right, you know? All you are is a sickening addict!"

"I-" Words were barely manageable by this point, and everything around me was a blur.

"You're a failure!" Ever so suddenly, I blinked and she was gone.

A shadowed figure then appeared, crawling toward me, followed by several others. I wanted to scream, but such things weren't manageable. It shocked me as they disappeared in an instant too.

Soon enough, I blinked again, finding myself standing in the road. I couldn't remember how I had gotten there, but it was truly panicking. Another blink and I had laid down, the stars twisting together as if to signal a black hole.

"Victoria!" A voice yelled, Rachel. "Smile for once, stop being a depressed nobody."

I blinked again and again, each time I would seemingly teleport. This time was weird, however. I stood by a bench with the liquor in hand, but I distinctly remembered walking into the road once more.

I attempted to swig back the liquid, missing my mouth completely. That was when I heard a loud thrash behind me, and the last thing I recalled was the smashing of the glass.

Darkness would then cloud my vision as I slipped into a state of pure unconsciousness.