Flash Fiction: You Should Be Reading

Higher

    I think I started something. I got what I wanted but it isn't what I want. Is this even real? How did I get this high? I bet it was all her fault. She just kept offering and offering with her luring blue eyes. How could I say no?

    I'm so high I could eat a star. It won't hurt or burn. Instead it will tickle. It will make me feel warm inside when I'm feeling my most cold. It will fill the emptiness inside. I can't feel anything. Not even with viagra popping.

    How can I come back down? Is there a way without dying? Is there a way without getting hurt? I think I should just have some more of her dosage and get higher so I don't have to worry about that.

    No more problems. I feel like I'm getting higher and higher. What was with the bright lights out the window? Was that the cops? I can't go, not with my life on the line.

    I can't move. I can't feel my body anymore. Did someone cut my back? I feel so numb. What did she do to me? I don't feel so high anymore.

    I can't see. Where did I go wrong? It was just one pill. The happy pill, she called it. Be a man, she said. How could I be so foolish? I think I died. I'm not so high anymore, but neither are you.

    Do you remember me? We went to school together since second grade. You stopped talking to me once you got to varsity freshman year. What the hell were you doing? You go to my funeral yet don't remember anything. Maybe, just maybe, you should take her pill and remember everything you did wrong. Maybe you'll finally get what you want. Just to get higher.