Scott's Pill

Good to Bad

Usually my trips aren't this bad. I'll hallucinate and all but I've never been in this much fear in a trip.

I walk around my neighborhood seeing things that feared me.

I was feared someone would randomly come up behind me and kidnap me or something like that.

I walk back in my apartment maybe it wasn't as bad in there as I thought it was. I walk in my bedroom and see Scott laying on the bed in his underwear. He's winking at me and signals me to get in bed with him. I lay down slowly and unsure.

Maybe I should just test my instinct and just do so. So I did.

He kisses me deeply, "Baby, where were you?"

"No where, it's okay.."

I smirk and begin to open my eyes. "OH MY GOD," I scream. It wasn't Scott at all.

It had been who looked like satan.

He had long black hair that covered his right eye and this skin was red with horns coming out of his head.

"What the fuck are you!?"

"Calm down baby, it's just me Scott. Your lover boy." He winked at me. His voice was so deep.

I was suffocating my in own apartment. I was panicking beyond what I could handle. I went back outside. It was dark, pitch black.

What the hell?

I saw someone come toward me. "Scott!?"

It indeed was him.

I freak out telling him what happened with the girl in the mirror, the house has fallen apart, satan in our bed and I just went on and on, He gives me a strange look and I swear he leans in to kiss me and out of the blue, he melts.

He melted. Tears come into my eyes and I run up and down the streets asking for help.