Prologue
I was lying on the grass. It was dark. The moon above me was the only thing I could see. I lifted the joint and took another pull. All I could think about was just how fucked I really was. There was no easy fix this time. There was no way to ignore this, make it go away or run away from it. I was completely fucked. I felt the floating serene sensation pulling me down pushing away my thoughts. I placed my hand back down onto the grass where it landed into a warm puddle. I tried to remember back to when we were having fun. It seemed so long ago. I took another pull from the joint feeling the warm liquid trickle up my arm as I raised it to my mouth. I laughed as it tickled up my arm. I jumped, the sound startling me, as it has been silent since Dylan last grunted next to me. As I jumped my hand that is holding the joint became visible under the moons bright ray of light. I hadn't realized there was so much of it, but now I see it clearly. It's so red, a dark crimson leaving warm sticky trails from my hand up to my elbow. I feel my heart jump and start to pound so hard I begin to hear it first in my ears, then in my head until it's the only sound I can hear. The metallic smell just now reaching my nose as fear over takes me pushing out the once floating peaceful feeling from my high.
I turn to the left and look into Dylan's bright green eyes. Except, they aren't bright anymore. They are nothing but glassy empty holes that suck me in until I cant look away. Finally, tearing my eyes away with a shiver, I let out a short cry as my memories flood back.
Lillian is gone. I am high. Dylan is dead. Everything hurts.
Who knew butter knives can actually be used to kill someone?
I giggled. "I guess you do learn something new everyday," I whispered to Dylan.