Okaii, sorry y'all. Life's been hectic, and I haven't exactly had an abundance of opportunity to think about what I wanted to do with this chapter, let alone actually WRITE it! But, I hope it was worth the wait, and don't hate me too much xD
WARNING: There is explicit and heavy drug use in this chapter...don't read it if you don't like. You've been warned. No flames for the druggie ;P
CHAPTER TEN
After what felt like a million promises were made to the Walsh's from Harper to continue taking the Hypnocil, Carbon hastily left, eager to light up a joint.
She would stay away from the parties...but the drugs? Well, a promise was never made about that. She was about to step off their porch when an idea formed in her head. She grinned, and reached into her bra, where a squashed package of Belmonts was hidden. She pulled it out, and flipped open the cover, reaching and grabbing the only smoke left; which she had already smoked half of. After lighting up her smoke, she took a long drag, already feeling more relaxed after the nice head rush.
It took her less than three minutes to finish her fag, and she flicked it onto her teacher's porch. Give 'em somethin' to remember me by. She thought cheekily, and bounded to her bike. It took her almost thirty minutes to get back to Deryk's place, and when she finally arrived, there was a cop car in the driveway.
She stopped her bike, just as a familiar Korean face caught her attention. It was the same policeman who'd taken her to the station for questioning. Only this time he was without his partner. He gave her a wry smile.
"Good evening Ms. Carbon." He started, giving her a slight once over. Harper allowed a small smirk. She was hardly any more covered up than the first time they'd met.
"S'up?" She asked him, running her hand through her ratty hair.
"Enjoying living." Harper snorted.
"Well, there ain't much healthy living going on around here. You better leave before you catch a drug addiction."
Detective Kim gave a throaty chuckle, and continued. "Well actually, I'm here to collect you."
Harper swore.
"FUCK! Will I EVER have any peace and quiet? Why does everyone wanna fucking talk to me?"
She rubbed her head in agitation, feeling the effects of the hangover coming back. A spark of panic flared in her when she felt an angry prodding in her mind.
The Advil wasn't the only pill that was wearing off.
The Detective looked slightly startled at her outburst, but kept talking none the less. "Your mother has come up with some other living arrangements. She's requested that we bring you back."
Harper groaned loudly. "Tonight?"
He nodded the affirmative.
Running her hand again through her hair, she sighed. "Alright, just lemme grab something from inside.
He nodded again, and leaned against his car. Harper walked into the house, relieved to see Deryk's parents were not around to see the cop car.
"Yo, snowflake, what's going on?" Deryk was looking at her with a beer in his hand, shirtless. Harper shook her head angrily. "My mom wants me back. She's made new living arrangements."
Deryk grimaced. "You gonna be okay?"
Harper shrugged. "Not on my own." She said slyly, giving him a hard look.
He laughed.
"Say no more Carbon, I got ya covered." He reached into his pant pocket and took out a ball of tinfoil. Harper shook her head.
"Naw D, I was hoping for something with a bit more...kick, than weed. Something that lasts longer, and that I can get truly fucked on."
Deryk looked at her, startled for a moment, but then quickly grinned. "Wait here sweets."
He walked down the hallway, and disappeared into his parents' room. Five minutes later he returned, with what looked like a small paper square in his hand. It had a picture of the Mad Hatter on it.
"Ever taken LSD Snowflake?" Harper looked up at him sharply, and jerkily shook her head. Deryk's grin widened.
"Take this, put it on your tongue. Since you haven't taken it before, I'm only gonna give you one hundred rams, just so you can get used to it. Acid's really a great drug, and I don't want you to have a bad trip.
Now, it's a hallucinogen Harper...so you're gonna see some pretty fucked up shit. You know, walls breathing, colourful shapes...not to mention time is gonna seem to stop, and repeat. Shit like that. Don't worry though, as long as you're in a secure place, you'll be fine. It takes about an hour to take effect, so make sure you'll be in a safe environment by the time you start the trip."
Harper nodded, and gingerly took the blotter. "How long will it last?" She asked, trying to sound nonchalant.
"About twelve hours, max. sometimes it can last fourteen, but you'll never get there with just ninety micrograms; with all the shit you've done, I think you have a pretty decent tolerance."
He saw her to the door, and put a bag in her right hand, making sure the cop couldn't see.
"Eat this about three hours into your trip. They should really make the world a good place."
He winked and shut the door, leaving Harper slightly confused. She turned back to the cop, and started over with a sigh.
"Whatcha got there?" He asked, eyeing the bag. Harper froze for a split second, before covering her face with a calm mask.
"Advil. My bottle broke at his house, and the only thing he had to put the pills in was a paper bag." She held it up slightly, hoping he wouldn't look inside. She wasn't sure what WAS inside, but she was sure as hell it wasn't legal.
To her relief, he nodded, and opened the back door for her.
"Where we headed?" She asked, fingering the blotter nervously, trying to keep it out of his sight.
"Oh, just over to Reggie's motel. It's about ten minutes from here.
Harper nodded, and when he got into the car she quickly placed the blotter on her tongue. After a quick glance at her watch, she saw it was only 1632, so she wouldn't have to face her mother for another seven hours. She'd be safe.
Harper was currently lying on her "bed" in a small room, with a small TV and four gray walls.
It had been forty minutes since she'd taken the LSD. The blotter had dissolved far prior to that, and she was still not feeling any effects.
I know he said an hour...but, wouldn't I start to feel a LITTLE something by now?
With a mental shrug, she turned onto her side and grabbed the remote, flicking on the television. It didn't receive many channels, so she settled on a kids show, figuring maybe if she watched trippy stuff, it might speed up the effects.
The next time she checked her watch, seventy minutes had gone by. She began to get slightly worried, and by eighty five minutes, she was ready to text Deryk.
Then she felt it.
She felt a slight numbness throughout her entire body, but not so much that she couldn't feel. In fact, it was actually quite pleasant. The more time went by, the more symptoms showed up.
Her heart was racing, and she became very awake, as if she'd just woken up from a long, deep sleep.
Then came the hallucinations.
The walls were not only breathing, but they were closing in on her, the room becoming smaller and smaller. She closed her eyes in an attempt to push away the thought, however, this only resulted in brightly coloured shapes appearing on her eyelids. Deciding open eyes were better, she slid them open, and almost gasped.
Everything seemed to sparkle. A new life had been given to each object in the room. The lamp was no longer just an inanimate object sitting on her nighttable; it was a live, and carried hundreds of stories to tell her. She heard a car door slam on the other side of town, and she could smell someone eating a chicken burrito in the next room.
With a sigh and a stretch, she stood up, and almost tromped on the package that Deryk gave her. She gasped and quickly grabbed the package, which seemed to be crying from her rough treatment.
"I'm so sorry!" She exclaimed, a horrible sense of despair washing over her. "Please, don't cry!"
The package seemed to stop moving then, and Harper had a slight moment of clarity.
Right! Deryk told me to eat what was inside of here...
She ripped open the bag in anticipation, and found inside a drug she'd never tried, but had often thought about.
Shrooms.
She squinted at her watch, and was surprised to see that almost four hours had gone by. With a grin, she began eating, lying back down on the bed.
She couldn't speak. She had lost the simple faculty of language. There seemed to be glowing balls everywhere, floating just out of her reach. When she turned to the TV, her dilated eyes widened at the sight. Teletubies were dancing around on the screen, their vivid colours seemingly glowing, and leaving a colourful trail following them, wherever they went. Amazed, Carbon stood up, and walked over to the TV, and frowned. It didn't seem to be getting any closer.
It was only when she was practically pressed up against it that she saw how close she was. Just then, the show ended, and commercials came on. Harper's heart accelerated from it's already high speed as she tried to watch a commercial about tampons.
But she couldn't read anything
She couldn't understand what anyone was saying.
The tampon seemed to swirl, and she gave a small yelp when it jumped out at her from the screen. She giggled, and simply sat back on her ass, taking in everything around her.
It all looked plastic. Everything. The TV, the bed...fake, everything. Even, the sky, when she looked out the window, looked like a simple picture.
When she attempted to stand up, she lost her balance and crashed to the floor, resulting in a loud thump. With a shocked look on her face, she stared at the ceiling. She saw it. She actually SAW the sound! With a dopey grin on her face, she slowly stood up, and laid back down on the bed, keeping her eyes closed in concentration. When she opened them again, her heart skipped a beat; there was a man at the end of her bed.
He was quite gorgeous, to be honest. He couldn't have been much older than twenty three, with black hair, and the greenest eyes she'd ever seen. She gave him a sly grin, and beckoned him over with a crook of her finger. He grinned back, and walked over. He leaned over her, and she closed her eyes, waiting for his lips to meet hers...
But they never did. Frustrated, Harper opened her eyes again, and her heart once again jumped a beat; a larger leap than the previous.
He was gone. There was nobody in her room except her. The walls continued breathing, the lamp glowing...but no man.
Harper's breathing increased dramatically, but she was able to stop it.
Hallucination...hallucination...
With a shaky breath, Harper turned to the TV, and watched it for a few minutes, before her eyes widened in realization at what she was watching.
The same commercial.
Over and over again.
It just kept playing.
Carbon covered her face with her hands and closed her eyes. It registered dimly in her muddled brain that it was simply the time fucking that Deryk had told her about, but it didn't stop her from worrying. Deciding she was better off asleep, she rolled onto her stomach, and buried her face in the pillow.
Sleep was a long time coming due to the acid, but, she was able to force herself asleep not long after 2300.
When she opened her eyes, everything was glowing red. And it was hot...it was so UNBEARABLY hot.
Harper gave a small whimper, but it died in her throat when she heard a gravelly voice from behind her.
"Hello Harper."
yep, cliffhanger, sorry! Now, just wanted to say that Harper's LSD/shroom trip is not strictly scientific, just personal experience. It's different for every person who does it, so don't tell me how wrong I am about the drugs, that you read something different, etc. etc. I honestly don't care, and if you try to pull that shit, you'll just embarrass yourself trying to convince people you know about hallucinogenic drugs, which obviously, ya don't.
Hope you enjoyed the chapter! I'll try and post another one sometime this week.