It All Started when I was FLUSHED down the TOILET

•Intro to Crackhead cult•

"Xanny!I need you!"

I yelled at Simon who was still making the roses his back turned to me.

"Coming!"He answered nervously, but he hadn't moved from his spot across the room.

We cannot be doing this today.

I was seriously given the job to ice the cake and it clearly was not going too well.

The ice cream was melting and it was 50 degrees in there.

Who wants an ice cream cake in the middle of summer in Arizona?!

Made by me, a ditsy cross-eyed 17 year old who can't even remember the date.

"Are you kids done yet?!" My parents asked from the living room.

They were probably scrolling through the channels and deadass sitting on the sofa relaxing,while we panicked trying to sort out 'our' birthday cake.

I could feel my eyebrows melting under the heat. Like a witch to water, I was sure I was melting.

The piping bag was just farting each time I tried to squeeze the cream out.

Mr farts a lot.

I laughed a bit at the thought.

Mr farts a lot.

Wow. What is happening? Is my brain melting as well....at this point I doubt I even have a brain.

I think the paint fumes are getting to my head. But then again I am a crackhead most of the time,so that's not too true.

But the house just got repainted, and I'm pretty sure that after 24 hours the paint fumes still bother people.

I can't do this because, 1-I am not an artist and 2- I am lazy as fuck.

What is taking that ditsy boy so long?

"Xanny!"

I panicked again seeing the melted ice cream all over the floor, the counter tops and the walls.

i was close to tears at that moment.

I was super miserable.

Where did the good times go?

When we'd buy a cake from the store and take our time making it?

Heck!

We'd never even buy a cake!

Just a large ass pizza, two cans of whipped cream and a candle.

This was all too much for me.

I just wanted to have some fun and eat some cake but nooo

This had to be a mission.

"Okay!Done with the roses!"

He sprinted from his side of the room at bullet speed.

My eyes widened realizing the danger, the floor was too wet.

I ran to him stretching out my hand.

"Xanny slow down!"

He furrowed his eyes brows and looked down at the floor.

But it was too late.

"Woah!"

His foot went up then the other, and like a rag doll he was thrown into the air.

Did I mention that I too ran after him?

I slipped on the puddle and suddenly I was in the air.

Realization struck me all too late and I knew the horrible fate that awaited me.