The Teacher's Infatuation

52 - Shrooms

Kimberly's POV

I sighed as I counted the time out loud. Lying tied up in a dark room was more boring than being back in school stuck in my least favorite class. One minute went by, then five, then twenty. By thirty minutes I began to feel weird...counting began to feel weird.

My mouth was dry but it also didn't feel like my mouth. My whole body felt out of place. The only thing that let me know I wasn't dead was the loud pounding in my chest that found its way to my ears to fill out the silence. Was this a panic attack?

Even though I was just laying on my back, I felt disoriented. I began to see patterns, shapes and colors in the darkness of the room. My pounding heart had more of an echo to it, like it was a clock in a tunnel. Time seemed to slow down and become fragmented. Memories and thoughts felt like they were rushing and swirling together, becoming harder to distinguish between reality and imagination.

Suddenly I felt really anxious and tried getting out of my restraints but the inability to move freely amplified the feeling of helplessness causing me to feel extremely overwhelmed.

The room was increasingly becoming more of a chaotic mess of shapes and shadows, warping and twisting into bizarre forms. Colors begin to swirl around, painting the walls in a dizzying array of hues. There were no sounds except my own and they sounded distorted, blending together in a strange symphony.

I felt vulnerable and like I was floating outside of my body. Paranoia began to kick in as I wondered what brought these feelings upon me. I tried to think back to what had happened and I could only remember drinking a smoothie that Katherine brought me. The smoothie....

I thought it tasted a bit earthy, I just assumed it was spinach or kale. The fucker probably gave me shrooms! I had a friend that used to do them and described these feelings but they seemed more positive. "Having the secrets to the universe," he would say. This did not feel like that.

I began to thrash and struggle against my bonds, desperate for freedom and a sense of control over my surroundings. My chest felt increasingly cold, my body began to sweat. My thoughts began to spiral into a state of uncontrollable panic, as the hallucinogens and my inability to escape fused into a nightmarish experience.

I made the decision to cry out for help, but my voice seemed so distant from me. It echoed around the dark, empty room, further fueling my sense of isolation. Reality felt out of my grasp, so I decided to give up and just endure it.

Third Person POV

Downstairs, Katherine was staunchly trying to convince Rebecca to not go up to Kimberly, but it was falling on deaf ears.

"You need to let her experience this, it'll make it easier for you."

"Or it'll fuck her up mentally even more! I'm not sure about this Katherine, I mean you can hear her yelling for help. I feel bad, I'm supposed to be a changed woman remember?"

"Do you, or do you not want this to work?"

"I want it to work but...."

"But?" Katherine retorted, gesturing towards Rebecca.

"Nothing. Never mind. Fuck it I'm going up," she said as she sprinted up the stairs.

"Why do I even try," Katherine sighed as she rolled her eyes.

Rebecca went to the main room in the cabin and gathered some things she deemed useful. A big fluffy blanket, supplies for the fire place, a bottle of water, an extra toothbrush and some toothpaste, and a portable dvd player. There was no service out in the woods, so using her laptop would've been futile.