Psychedelics

Inn

He sat out on the ledge of his apartment. The ledge that had no roof. As rain lit up by surrounding neon lights dropped on his face. Taking one more long inhale from his cigarette, he stood up and brushed the water from his hair. Feeling gravity pull him harder than ever he knew what he needed. Slowly stumbling into his bedroom he slowly took a small cover off the back of his tv pulling out a hard case typically used for reading glasses. Flipped open the case and slowly pulled a small vile full of black liquid from it. She was due to come over and he needed to experience it one last time. He opened the vile and downed the liquid, then slowly placed the case back in the tv and slid down the wall sitting beside his old run down tv.
She was here. He could sense her from a mile away. The slow pops and creaks of the stairs outside his apartment door told everything. He could see how she stepped just by listening, slowly lifting each knee her nails sliding up the cold wet rusted railing scratching bits of paint off. Her smirk, her sensual yet artistic body figure he could see it all, he could feel it all. She knocked two hard swift knocks on the old oak, and he stood and slowly walked to the door sliding the chain lock over and out of it's bolt, twisting the lock just above the handle and turning the knob. She slid into his room like a snake, wrapping around his neck and chest suffocating him but giving him the biggest breath of life he'd ever had. Her nails like fangs digging into his sides and neck leaving traces of her venom, then kissing up the other side of his neck sliding her hands down his sides bending down as her hands traced his hips and thighs. She unbuttoned his pants and slowly pulled them as she stood back up to face him. Her eyes turned dark and he felt life rushing from his stomach like water flowing out of him. He glanced down to see a knife planted at the bottom of his rib cage. And now he knew, he'd just begun the biggest high of his life.