The Enemy

Chapter 13

we both approached the track. he lined up my position, going over what to expect when running like he does EVERY time. i groan, turning my face towards him. "i'm so fed up. why can't we run in the maze yet?"
"you will run when i think you're ready to run." he spoke assertively.

i roll my eyes, turning back to the track, lining my foot on the line.

my vision begins to become blurry. i started to forget what minho was talking about, i look back at him in confusion clearly displayed on my face.
"what?" he groaned, about to blow a whistle.

derealisation sets in.
everything felt abit too real.
my hands start to tingle and feel numb and heavy.
i place my lips together as they felt numb.

i held my chest with my hand. "i think i'm having a panic attack."
minho stared at me confused, he held my arm as my legs were giving in. "no you're not? you're not panicking ella?"

i manage to keep reality in my mind.

the cookies.

i quickly run over to the kitchen still seeing the plate on the counter, minho followed me, concerned and worried. "what's wrong?" he asked.

grabbing the cookies and splitting one open. i take a whiff of the inside.

i groan, face planting my hand to my face. "it's weed cookies."
minho almost burst out laughing. i punch his arm. "i'm sorry. how many did you have?"

my eyes widen, dropping the cookies on the plate, shrugging. he rubbed his head, confused on what to do with me.
"i need to find chloe. she had a cookie."

minho nodded, helping me find her. he asked around as also keeping me from doing anything stupid.

i don't know whether i'm feeling euphoric, fear, anger.

all i want to know is if chloe is safe.

eventually we find her, she had passed out on gally's bunk. i let out a sigh of deep relief and so does minho.
i cackle at her high pissed out body. "lightweight." i mutter.

minho helped her into her shared hut. she was sleep talking mumbles, looks like she was having a good time with the high.

me and minho sat on the edge of the bed.
he sighed. "how are you feeling right now?"

i stare off into just one part of the room, my arms are dragged down in front of me. "i don't know. it kind of feels nice."

i gently put myself on the floor as i'm feeling too much sitting up. i lent my back against the bed, taking it all in.
minho joins me and grabs my hand, it managed to calm me down.

my overthinking takes over.
i make an o with my mouth, my head falls onto minhos shoulder, he holds my body weight, keeping me from falling over.

my eyes stay closed but not asleep.
my mouth was so numb that although i was awake i couldn't talk.

oh fuck.

everything starts to rush downhill as i feel sick and uncomfortable. "ella?" minho said, watching me not say anything.

my heart was racing and my body was throbbing.

is this the end?

am i going to die?

am i having a heart attack?

minho rubbed his thumb over my hand, whispering my name, he probably thought i fell asleep, but i was well awake.

all i could do was hum as i was too scared to make out words otherwise i would projectile vomit all over him.

everything felt so heavy.

i remember reading about getting high in a book i. the WCKD library. don't ask me why they had it, it was in health class.

if remember reading that if you experience certain coma-like symptoms it means you've greened out and you can easily think your way out of it.

i was way too far gone for that, so i just let it happen as it would die out in the next few hours.
minho still was worrying, which only made me worry more.

the few minutes felt like hours passing by.

with a rush he picked me up with a cradle, carrying me to the medjacks, he probably thought i was going to die.

he laid me down, telling clint what had happened and he tended to me by placing a bowl in front of me. i groaned as minho rubbed my back, trying to convince me to throw up. i moaned greatly as soon as i let out a gag.

eventually i vomitted into the bowl. my eyes had widen and i snapped back to reality. the high had died down and finally i was able to talk normally.

minho knelt on his knees next to my bed i laid on. "are you okay?!"
i rolled my eyes, half punching his shoulder. "you're a dickhead minho. i wasn't dying, i was greening out dumbass."

minho let out a massive sigh of relief, but then glared at me with confusion. "what the hell is greening out?"

the door to the medjacks burst open, chloe stumbled through, her eyes were bloodshot red and her words were slurring. "you greened out?"
she bursted out laughing, stumbling over to us.

minho cleared a way to the bowl she was falling over to find until she puked in it, mixing my puke with hers.
"classy." minho gagged, looking away.

she moved the bowl and crawled into the same bed i was in, spooning me and nudging her nose into the hood on my neck, i just let it happen as i was too tired to move. "you're my best friend, ella."

i smiled, taking in her warmth.

minho and clint both stared at us, whether confused or concerned.

we both fell asleep cuddling, minho just let us since he didn't want to deal with two high girls.

the high had worn off as soon as i woke up mid-day. i moved chloe off of me, i was completely aware of what happened, unlike being drunk.

i felt an angry pit in my chest.

i wanted to break jenna's nose.