Hi,
I'm Daniel.
Though you can just call me Dan.
Dan, Daniel, Dannyboy, "The Danster".
I'm just a quiet sophomore no one knows, so most people mix up my name - it's strange they can never get it right.
| Flashback |
"Hey Alice! Nice uh, nice eye- LASHES. Yeah those curls right haha."
Dan realized complimenting her eyes without knowing her well could come off as creepy, and being who he was, managed to say something creepier while attempting to sound normal.
The beautiful girl hesitated, then flashed her beautiful smile, her glossy lips sucking the sunlight from their surroundings.
"Oh! Thanks David!"
It was at that moment Dan gave his last breath as a hundred lost souls screamed in his head.
| End Flashback |
***
Now you're probably wondering,
"DAN ARE THE WORDS IN THE TITLE OF THE CHAPTER RELATED?"
The answer is yes.
For fun I shoot up whatever drug I can find while I make love to a nameless rabbit.
Now that we have that out of the way- No.
Here's how it all started:
Growing up I had always been warned about drugs.
'Don't do the weed you'll get addicted!'
Upon entering high school, however, you realize that everything they have told you is exaggerated. Except meth. That's some serious shit.
"Hey Dan, you nerd. I'm having a birthday party tomorrow, wanna come?"
Janna stood there staring at me with her 'What a rule-abiding nerd' look. Which I took as a challenge.
Now one thing you should know about Janna is she is like that one character you see in tv who constantly parties, but has a good personality once you scrape away the outer layer.
Kind of like a pill.
That comparison has nothing to do with her drug habits.
Our relationship was strange.
We were in the same class, and I categorized her as a 'cool kid', while she labelled me as 'nerd'.
She wanted to be good, and to change. She saw me as an opportunity to get better grades and avoid hanging out with the hardcore crowd.
THE PROBLEM WAS, I'm not a good guy. I'm as dark-hearted and cold-blooded as they come.
-And also unbearably awkward.
"Yeah I'll be there."
She raised her eyebrows. Goal achieved.
"And you're sure about this? There's going to be drugs there."
"Yeah bring it I'm down with all of that bring me the powder power."
"Stop."
"Okay"
*** Skip ahead to me at the party ***
I knock at the door.
I feel my hands getting tingly and sweaty.
It opens, and a muscular guy who appears to be in his 20's is at the door frowning.
He looks me up and down.
After a long pause he says, "You with the cops?"
How am I supposed to respond to that? What if he makes me strip to check for wires?
I try to play it cool.
"Naw' man, I'm tight with Janna I'm her-"
Shit what am I to Janna?
"Her pimp. Yeah, selling her to the leather people. That's right, she's into that whip stuff. So who are YOU to her? Nobody is going at my hoe without my approval."
"I'm her boyfriend."
"-Yeah I think I'm at the wrong house. Did I say Janna? I meant Jenna haha."
Before I could attempt to run Janna materialized in front of me.
"DAN YOU MADE IT!"
Her boyfriend stared at me with narrowed eyes.
"You know this freak?"
"Yeah, he's my little nerd pet! Look at his cute little grouchy face."
"He is pretty cute."
"Guys stop"
[ In living room with curtains closed]
There were less people there than I had thought, maybe 8. And no, I don't care enough to count.
One guy had hair that stuck out at the sides like some sort of electrocuted cartoon character.
His eyes kept rolling back and when he spoke he would appear to stare off.
I lean over to one of the strangers.
"I don't mean to intrude, but this guy's blind right? I feel bad for him I can't even imagine what it could be like to be blind. Oh no he's trying to go up the stairs."
There he was, arms flailing as he half-crawled half-walked up the stairs.
I run and grab his arm.
"It's okay, I got you buddy."
"God?"
"Haha yeah I'm god, it's nice to meet you."
He suddenly jumps on me and we both roll down the stairs.
He pins me down and whispers in my ear.
"I can see through you right now."
Out of breath, I mutter "But you're blind... let me go!!"
The guy I talked to previously shouts from across the room,
"DUDE, HE'S TRIPPING HAHAHA"
He gets up and peels god guy off of me.
"Hey thanks for that, it's kind of funny though. He's tripping and he tripped down the stairs."
This gets him hysterical for some reason.
"HAHA man, you're great."
"I get called a god and great in one day, what is this first base?"
He laughs and pulls something out of his pocket.
It's a bag of pills.
"You're a cool guy, you up for something new? It will be like nothing you've tried before. Trust me."
I stare at the pills like it's a pile of dead children.
"What are thooooose?" I say as an attempt to sound funny, but my voice cracks.
I swallow loudly.
"That would make it less fun. Come on! It's just a little birthday surprise."
I stand still for minute, then accept.
I put it under my tongue and wait.
He gives me the bro nod and goes back to the couch.
I sit there for what feels like centuries, not sure if the effects have started, or if I am an extremely sentient timelord.
That's when I see him for the first time.
