OK, everybody! It is I- and there are more stories on the way. This is just another one- and this was originally written with original characters, so that's why there's no explanation of who he is. Just use your imagination, ok? And have fun and remember to review! Please?

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I'm at a party, I don't remember whose. I don't remember who gave me the pills, the powder this time. I pay, the music blares, he's with me. The world is good. The effects take longer this time, I buy more. He has none, but feels my party vibe kicking in, pretends he understands. I offer him some, offer to just dip it in his drink, and suddenly I feel very happy. Somebody else changes the music, Faint by Linkin Park.

I am what I want you to want

What I want to feel

But it's like no matter what I do

I can't convince you to just believe this is real

I jump, I twirl, my smile glows. I am fascinated by the pattern of spots on the walls. The jump up at me, run away from me, I chase them. Somebody else changes the music again, this time Hurt by Nine Inch Nails.

What have I become

My sweetest friend

Everyone I know,

Goes away in the end.

I struggled to touch him, to feel him. I saw my hands, I touched them, they looked overblown somewhat like Mickey Mouse hands. Dimly I was reminded how just months ago at the Manson concert I went to he had a Mickey Mouse suit on. My Mickey Mouse hands had lives of their own, and even though I wanted, needed to touch him, they wouldn't let me. They wouldn't come close. I struggled, trying to get closer. Why is he smiling so much?

The music changes again, Coma White by Marilyn Manson.

A pill to make you numb

A pill to make you dumb

A pill to make you anybody else

But all the drugs in this world, won't save her from herself

Suddenly I get the urge to dance. Gyrating my hips, I begin whirling around in pure ecstasy. Suddenly I look outside and see the birds. He tells me there are no birds, it was late, but he was lying. He said it was midnight. I tell him no, there was no such thing as time. An idea formed slowly in my mind. I run upstairs to the balcony. He tells me no. But I believe it anyway. I could fly; I jumped, he screamed, and I was falling, flying, sinking, my black hair trailing behind me; I'm helping her, the one with black hair, the brown eyes, I'm saving her from herself.