It is in my veins. They put it there.
I wouldn't drink the mind altering concoction so they have forced into my bloodstream with the largest of needles.
Boris is still with me, the both of us in the back of a van. He seems to be bearing up well. Strong is my Boris. He has stopped speaking Basque too, a small positive in this utter despair.
Unbearable pain in my microwaved melting membranes.
Purple.
Things are going purple, and a little wavy. My stomach is turning into a pit of nausea, and I can't stop thinking of rotten eggs and cheese. My eyes are closing...
YOU ARE READING
Beep.
Science FictionHave you heard about the dangers of Tea? One day I will be famous. I never wanted to be a value meal.
