Never be so sure. . .

Its been so long since I’ve taken mescaline and shrooms. I’m finally in that midstate again. The walls pulsing and everything is so beautiful. Sara is beside me in the chair by the couch.

I’m just laying here staring into space as she’s trying to tell me something. It sounds like some foreign language though. She’s such a good friend, she’s been there for my worst times and has never let me down. I just wish I could tell her how I really feel about her. She is almost perfect, long black hair, industrial grunge garb, pale green eyes, such a slender figure with pale skin. I reach over to touch her hand, she turns and takes mine in hers and squeezes lightly smiling. “Having fun?” she asks. . . .but I cannot respond, something is wrong. Something in the corner of my eye as I turn to see, blood on the wall, seeping down into a puddle on the floor. The table is bleeding too, and so is the couch. I laugh. She looks at me oddly and I cant help but feel different. I feel. . .wrong. . .so calm but I have this urge to laugh again. “I love you Sara” I say as she looks at me and says back the same thing. She says something about how she always wanted to say it but she never finished her sentence. My mind is racing and I wrap my hands around her perfect, smooth neck. Her eyes are large. . the fear I see there makes me feel like I’m about to have an orgasm. I love her. . .but I have to kill her. Not sure why, but I’m smiling. She’s fighting to tear my hands away. I love to see her struggle, just like the last time we fucked. Those deep penetrating eyes, her flawless skin turning blue. So I let go and allow her to lay there gasping for air while I pace to the kitchen and remove something from the utensil drawr. Walk back and hold her as she’s asking why, whats wrong with me. I look into her eyes and say I’m sorry as I plunge the steak knife into her throat and laugh and cry at the same time. I had to do it, I loved her too much. The walls are collapsing and I know that the floor will soon swallow me whole in an eruption of flames. I’m condemned now. She’s shaking. . .twitching. . .blood running over my body as I lay beneath her. Kiss her again and hold her close. “I love you Sara, never forget.” She’s still warm but why isnt she moving?. . .”Sara?”. . .whats wrong with her, what happened as I open my eyes again. Why is she covered in blood?. .the floors and walls and couch and table is the only thing bleeding.. .is the blood real?. . .am I just imagining it?. . .She’ll be ok, she’s just sleeping, I’ll take that knife out of her throat, it looks uncomfortable. “Goodnight Sara, I’ll just have to trip without you tonight, I’ll wake you up in the morning”. . .So I lift her in my arms and carry her to the couch so she can relax and sleep. She’ll be ok in the morning, its all my imagination, this has happened before, I’m just wigging out like usual. “Goodnight,Sara” as i kiss her again, the imaginary blood all over me. . . .

By CheshireGriffinx

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