Roller coaster 🎢 ~ (Tom Delonge) [Discontinued!]

CHAPTER ELEVEN

*Warning, mentions of drug use*

After we parted from the heated kiss, we headed down to the garage where everyone else was. I sat on the middle of the couch with Tom and Scott while Mark starfished on the floor with his bass. Tom laid his head on my thighs and swung his legs over the armrest of the couch so he was laying comfortably. I ran my hands through his moistened hair and sat in contentment. As we chatted the night away, Mark suddenly got up from the floor and walked over to his backpack that laid in the corner of the room. He pulled out a colorful sheet of paper. The paper had a plentiful amount of sticker designs on it. He peeled off a sticker for his self and stuck it on his tongue; then he peeled stickers off for the rest of us. The sticker stayed on my finger, I wasn't too keen on taking drugs. I looked over to Tom and Scott and it seems they all ready taken their share of acid. I raised the sticker to my mouth and waited for it to dissolve. At first it didn't kick in but then the floor started to move, it was like it was slipping away from me. It was so hard to focus on one thing at a time. I looked over to Tom and I see him get up from the couch and look at his hands.

"Woahhhhh! My fingers are cats!" Tom slurred his sentences a little bit.

I looked over at Mark and he was already tempting to go outside. When I looked at Scott, he looked so goddamn peaceful, let me tell you.
I grabbed Mark's arm and we went outside. I peeked around, I should've stayed inside. I stared at this tree and it was freaking me out as it was morphing shapes. I ran over to Mark but my feet felt heavy. I more or less stumbled over to Mark and clutched on his shirt.

"Mark! I saw this tree, but it was a dragon! It lied to me!" I was acting pretty manic at the time and I was panting in between words. Mark stared at me strangely as he tried to keep his composure.

"There's like five people talking to me all at once." He replied.

He proceeded to touch my face and started ranting on about Mexican food.
"...And that's why Sombrero's is the best Mexican food restaurant in San Diego." He breathed.
As he finished telling me something about his shoes turning into bananas he knocked out in the grass in Scotty's backyard. I left Mark there on the ground and I went back into the garage. I was met with Tom sitting on the washing machine and Scott laying on the couch. I walked over to Tom and sat on the dryer.

"Hey (y/n), can I ask you something?" He whispered.

"Sure Garfield." I said to the orange cat next to me.

"Do you think if people knew how crazy you were, nobody would ever talk to you?" He asked in a low tone and looked at the ceiling.

I scoffed, "All the time Garfield, but that's pretty deep."

The next thing I knew, it was dark. I was outside in someone's yard and there was a cold breeze. I looked around and I was digging up a hole in the yard. I blacked out once again and I was in my room the next morning. I've never felt so confused or fucked up in my life. I'm never taking acid again, it's like twelve hours of schizophrenia. I got out of bed and went straight to the bathroom. I yelped when I saw the state of my bathroom. I had makeup scattered all over the counter and writing strewn on the shower door with lipstick. I looked closer and one of the things I wrote was, "if someone tried to punch you but you block it with a bowl, does that mean you bowled a strike?"

I laughed silently to that one and I looked in the mirror. My hair was a hot mess and I had makeup all around my face. It took me a good hour to get everything cleaned up including myself, before I walked into the living room. I had a lot of trouble walking down the stairs, it still felt like the effects were hitting me. It should've worn out by now, it's honestly scaring me. I got to the bottom of the staircase and I was met with my mother. She held her head in her hands as she sat on the couch. I noticed the bottles of wine next to her and I look at the time. It was only 10:00am and she was already drinking. My mother looked at me with a blank look.

"What are you doing here?" She grunted and stared at me with dark eyes. "Why aren't you at someone's house getting high?" She refilled her cup with the red liquid that was left in one bottle. "Huh? ANSWER ME!" She yelled and threw the bottle to the wall behind me.
I just stood there, I didn't want to move. She started crying all of a sudden and came up to me.
"Leave my house." She grimaced and pointed towards the door.
"Don't come back till you're fucking clean and want to act like a fucking  adult." She turned back around and sat back down on the couch. Am I really getting kicked out?
I walked towards the door while the floor was still slipping below me. I opened the door and closed it behind me. I slid down on the floor and I couldn't think straight. I didn't just feel upset, I felt like the epitome of anguish. She doesn't realize just how hypocritical she's being and it makes me so frustrated. I punched the door and made my way down the street. There's only one place I want to be right now.