A/N: Ok, I have never done drugs (and am not promoting them), but HAVE done research on the side effects so…

Let me know what you think…PLUS it's my birthday today...so i want lots of reviews now to let me know if i should continue! Stamps foot

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Pony's POV

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I was succumbing to peer pressure.

Shaking off my worries, I dipped my head and inhaled the white powder. My nostrils burned, tears came to my eyes and I sputtered, choking. Instantly, as soon as I came up for air I regretted my stupid decision.

"Dig it?" The girl asked breathlessly.

Oh yah, I love feeling like I am on fire.

"Right," I croaked weakly. Not knowing what to do or say, I settled back onto the couch. Mike shoved me over and took a hit for himself. I sat there, expecting any minute to get a high, a good feeling. Instead, my heart was pounding so loudly I swear everyone was looking at me. They were.

"Kid…" The girl looked scared. Mike leaned away from me and stared incredulously.

My hands fluttered to my nose where I felt something wet drip. I touched it with shaking hands and drew away crimson fingers. I smeared my nose on my shirt to staunch the blood. It stopped but my pounding heart didn't follow. My chest felt tight and hot. Shifting in my seat, "Mike…Mike…?" He wasn't listening to me; instead he was concentrating on cutting some more lines. My head felt hazy as I looked around the room.

"Is it supposed to feel like this?"

"Like what?" he smacked distractedly. I sat there stiffly. And then in my drug-induced state I wizened up. A moment of clarity came to me unfortunately too late. I never should have done this. I should go home. I would go home. Go home and confess to Darry, plead and apologize and take whatever beating that came. Verbal or physical I deserved it.

Suddenly everything was loud. My ears were ringing and white fuzz enveloped me. My chest hurt and I couldn't breathe. I touched my burning forehead and I started to shake. I was vaguely aware of being pulled into a laying position on the sofa.

"He don't look so good…"

"What happened?"

"…much did you give him?"

Voices and faces high above me blurred into a black mess.