I begin to feel heavy. I close my eyes. I breathe in, I breathe out.
In.
Out.
I open my eyes and somethings not right. I get up to get another shot. 'What could go wrong? It's just one more shot.'
On my way to the kitchen, I feel a cold breeze pass through me. I panic a bit, look behind me then continue walking. I open the cupboard and grab a shot glass ignoring the others on the counter. I pour Jack, put the glass to my lips, and drink.
Circles start to appear. I try to get back to my room, but all I could do is run into things and fall.
Run into things and fall.
Again.
More than circles appear, walls look like they're are slowly coming down. I sit and watch on awe. I'm panicking, but still able to contain it. The walls are halfway gone and the roof looks like it's about to fall down on me. I run out of my room in complete fear. I end up in the bathroom and I close and lock the door. I keep the lights off and hide in the tub.
I turn on the light thinking I'm fine. I hide behind the door listening to the outside through it, I turn back and it's my reflection staring back at me. I could see that it wasn't the facial expression I was making. I was scared; she, was mad. Her face read angry all over.
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Scott's Pill
RomantizmThey live together and share the same passion. Two druggies and lovers are bound to make it or break it. The habit destroys them but together, they make a choice. He loves her dearly but It's either the tension or passion. But she's the pill he take...