Float

nuketown

You were shocked to find your post getting two hundred likes and more than a hundred comments.

It was the next day and you settled down with a plate of sticky chicken wings (a consolation for last night) to answer your more than thirty message requests.

You opened the page of the first message and recognized the account instantly. Ella was your secondary school's resident dick rider (according to an old rumour from the school's male relay team, not a very good one). She wanted to know everyone. With the size of Lagos you'd think that was near impossible but she did well, there wasn't any name she didn't recognize nor account she hadn't dm'd.

It didn't hurt that she was a messy slut either.

kvng_ell💎: sissssssssssss! 😍 do you remember me? from school, it's Ella, how are you?!

Z💫: yeah i do. i'm okay you?

kvng_ell💎: omggg girl you look good asl! what's your secret 😍

Z💫: drink water and do coke.

kvng_ell💎: lmfaooooooo
                      there's a party tonight, it's at faheed's place in magodo. you in?

You wanted to ask who Faheed was but decided against it.

Z💫: aight send me the addy

You were itching to leave the house and not just to anywhere. Sure you love your quiet moments by your self but now you craved attention.

You wanted to go somewhere where everyone who saw you was either jealous or aroused. A superpower of yours; you were able to make people both jealous and aroused at the same time. From time to time, you even threw in anger.

You frowned at the address it was way too far. It wasn't worth it. If Ella invited you there's no way she didn't tell at least fifty people you were coming.

Your heart missed a beat.

You dialed Yaya's number and put the phone to your ear. Instead of Yaya's deep voice you heard a small voice. "Hi." the voice said softly.

"Where's Yaya?"

"Oh, Yaya's gone."

You started panicking. Did Yaya die? That was quite a stretch but it was the first thing that came to your mind. Tears immediately start forming, your body grew cold.

"Where'd she go?"

The voice sniffled, "At the hospital."

What hospital?

Well at least she's not dead. "Is she- Is she alive?"

"Yes-"

"Oh okay."

"No."

"No?"

"The doctors put her asleep in a- in a indood coma."

You paused, confused.

Induced coma.

You asked the voice a few more questions, none of which she could answer so you sighed and cut the call.

Fuck, you hope Yaya's okay. What could have happened that she needed to be put in a coma.

You decided not to think about it. Regardless, the thought ate at your brain.

You opened your drawer and pulled out a baggie of pills. What did they do? You didn't know. You found them in your dad's car a few days ago. You won't be surprised if they were date rape drugs.