Stones Don't Grow (Delena fanfiction) (Collab w/ fxllinline)

(f) chapter four; Torpedo

Selena's POV;

With big eyes, I stared at the walls in front of me. You actually couldn't even call it walls anymore. They had turned into an ocean of numbers and mathematical symbols in every shape and every color. They were dancing around, trying to welcome me to the beauty of math. I slowly stood up and walked towards the wall in front of me. I put my hand in between the numbers and started making waves with it. My smile got bigger as the numbers became wilder and gallantly curled around my fingers. I looked up to the ceiling. As expected it had also blended in with the walls. Numbers and other symbols were falling from the ceiling onto the ground and continued moving there. I kneeled down to feel the ground with my bare hands. My eyes going from one to the other number as rapidly as the flames of a campfire. Blue, purple, green, grey. The colors of the numbers kept changing. It was like I was watching the static of a television. I always loved watching the television static back when I was younger. The movements and change of colors somehow calmed me and I could lose myself into the statics until a point where I thought I was actually walking around in a world filled with color-changing blocks. I smiled and stood up again. I tried to notice every small detail so I could take in as much as possible. The room that used to be so dark, neglected and ghastly, had turned into an absolutely beautiful world of light and color, and I didn't wanna leave anymore. It felt so euphoric, exactly what Demi had told me before we took the little pills. For the first time in a long time, I didn't have to think about fear, about taking care of myself, about what could possibly happen if someone would ever find me here. I didn't have to think about my scarred heart, the damage that was done to me. I could forget about all those things for a moment. And it felt good. It felt really good.

About ten minutes later, if it wasn't longer, the room started spinning. The colors started fading away slowly but surely. The walls from my actual room slowly became visible again. The cracks in the walls, the bugs inside of the cracks, the old paintings on the wall. It was like someone was placing them back on the right spot again like a bunch of Lego blocks. And then, after a good three minutes of fascinatingly looking at the room becoming the old one again, it became dead silent in the room. I only heard my old clock ticking. When I looked around I noticed something weird about my position in the room. Before the room changed back to normal, I was standing exactly in the center of the room. But at this very moment, I was sitting on the mattress. Still, in the same position, I was in before I had even stood up. Confused I looked around. How could I be sitting on the mattress when minutes ago I was standing in the center of the room? Did I actually move? Or not? The many questions I had, shot through my mind like a torpedo. It gave me a headache. If this was how it felt when the drugs had stopped working, then I didn't want to try it ever again.

Because of the many questions about the whole experience, I turned around to see if the drugs had also stopped working for Demi. She was the one who had the most knowledge of the drugs, so she could probably help me answer all my questions.

"Hey Dem-" I couldn't finish my sentence. I was staring in the eyes of a big, black, hairy creature with eyes as red as lava. It was almost like Demi had turned into the creature because it was sat on her spot while Demi herself was nowhere to be found. As startled as I was, I couldn't talk nor move and it felt like I was glued to the bed. The creature didn't hesitate to look away. Its eyes pierced right into me, its nasty grin taking over its face. It made me feel all kinds of things. Bad things. Sick, angry, scared; everything. I slowly came closer to look at its eyes. I could see myself in them. And then it dawned on me. The creature I was looking at, was the same monster Demi had in her pocket. Black, hairy, red eyes, the grin. It was exactly the same from top to toe. She must've left it there on purpose. She knew I was scared of it and tried to drug me so I wouldn't notice it if she'd walk away and leave her gun there. I jumped up and stumbled over my stuff as I tried to reach the door. I opened it as fast as possible and also closed it right behind me. I was not gonna go back into that room.