Kimberly's Story

Ecstasy

Blinking groggily, I squint away from the searing sunlight slicing through a window. Turning my head to my side, I find myself looking at Chrissie's flawless face. My eyes roam over the thick eyeliner and cherry-red lipstick. A few strands of her shortly-cropped green-streaked hair frames her thin yet strong face. Focusing on her messy green hair, I notice the roots are a midnight black, which must be her natural hair color. Sighing, I start to sit up, hesitating when the strange room I am in starts to spin and spin, the walls slowly closing in on me.

"Ughh," I groan loudly, clutching my head with two hands to stop the increasing spinning.

Just then, a young man with dark brown hair and chocolate-colored eyes walks in the room. He grins lopsidedly at me, and I glance at the dark stubble around his jaw and chin.

Where do I know this man from?

"So you're awake," the young man says, his raspy voice finally telling me how I know him.

"Sam," I mumble, squeezing my eyes and rubbing my temples. "What did you give us?" I ask him, remembering the pill, the liquor, Sam's hand on my back ...

His grin widens and he walks over to me, ignorant of my slight flinch as he takes a seat down next to me. "Ecstasy. And if I remember correctly, you happen to think it's your favorite."

I narrow my eyes at him. "Favorite? Oh, no. Did I have any other drugs beside Ecstasy?" I ask, nervously.

"Yes, you did," he says, smiling in a way that seems as if he is remembering something funny. "I had to keep my eye on you," he tells me. "You stuck a handful into my entire stock of drugs and popped most of them in your mouth before I could stop you. Thank God I owed your friend big or you'd have to pay me for all those pills you took."

I frown. "What did you owe her?" I ask, cautiously.

"Let's just say she took the blame for something that I got her into," he says slowly.

Nodding, I strain to remember what happened after I took the pill. Everything seems to be so hazy, all I can remember are a few glimpses of the last few hours ...

***

"Sammmmyy!!!" I squeal, letting him tackle me onto his couch and nuzzle at my neck. I push him away playfully and stumble over to Chrissie who is sitting directly in front of the t.v. with an awe-struck expression. I join her, wrapping my arms around her thin, model-like frame.

"Where does the cow keep going?" Chrissie asks, seeming only to be half-aware of my presence.

I blink at the blurry screen and then back to her. "I don't see any cow, Chrissie."

Chrissie turns to me, a scared expression on her face. Then the next minute we both burst into laughter, rolling on the floor and clutching our stomachs.

"Stupid cow," she screams, giggling hysterically.

I continue laughing, unable to fathom why it is so funny but not caring why.

"Kim! I have to show you something!" I hear Sam say from the couch.

I raise an eyebrow at him and scramble to my feet, excitedly. "What is it?"

Sam's chocolate-brown eyes sparkle as he pats his lap, and opens his arms towards me.

Shrugging, I lower myself down on his lap. "What is it, Sammy?" I ask again, uncaring of the fact that there are hands roaming up my legs, hips, and higher.

"It's a surprise," he says with his deep, raspy voice. The voice of a smoker. His lips start to suck on my neck again.

"I want a smoke," I tell him. Smiling seductively I reach into his jeans pocket to grab the pack I had seen him take out earlier.