Jacob Mackenzie (Late night of September 10, 1994)
An hour had officially gone by since approximately two hundred milligrams of THC entered my bloodstream and I could already feel it kicking in. It’d been my first time consuming edibles or any drugs that weren’t for medical purposes. Honestly, the experience wasn’t at all what it was hyped up to be. My head ached and I felt like ripping my skin off.
We drove around, in what I think was Chris’s car, for what seemed like a never-ending journey. I sat in the back, next to Adeline. I wasn’t hundred percent sure, but I think she was sitting next to Ozzy. Who was in front of us? I had no fucking clue. Everything else from that drive was just one big blur. That was until we finally arrived at our destination.
The warehouse stretched out for thousands of acres and looked to have been abandoned for years. It was quiet on the outside, too quiet. It unnerved me in a way I could not explain. That was the next stage of my ever-so-fun psychedelic trip: an extreme case of paranoia. Why is it so quiet? Shouldn’t there be music blaring? Are we going to get in trouble for being here? Why is no one talking?
Thankfully, Sammy opened the main door to the building and a Nine Inch Nails song instantly rattled my eardrums. My body felt as if it were hovering over to the entrance as the euphoric aspect of the drugs finally bestowed itself. Inside, strobe lights flashed onto a large crowd of drugged up teens and young adults. Making my way through them, I realized I had strayed away from the rest of my group. I tried to look for a recognizable face, but everyone around me had been moving too fast for my brain to handle.
“Jake,” I then heard a girl’s voice, who I could not identify, echo behind me. I turned around to who it was and all of a sudden, I heard her call for me, but from a completely different direction. “Jake, help me.”
“Yo, Jake,” Chris tapped me on the shoulder. It was strangely comforting to see him. “You alright, man? You don’t look too good.”
“I’m a little thirsty, to be honest,” I told him, even though I was certain some cottonmouth was the least of my problems at that moment.
“That’s normal; drink some of this,” he replied, handing me a shot of whiskey.
It went against my better judgement, but then again, so did everything about this party. I mean, hell, there were people snorting snow off of each other right next to us. Therefore, I simply threw the shot back and hoped for the best. However, it only made matters worse. Shocking.
“Jake,” the mystery girl’s voice repeated, over and over again. I still couldn’t trace where or who it was coming from. I was beginning to think I never would until I finally saw her. Standing still, in the fast-moving crowd, a girl, no older than fifteen, with short, spiky black hair was staring right at me. With all of the flashing lights, I couldn’t quite get a good look at her face, yet something about her seemed familiar. Then it hit me.
“Piper?” I called out to her. Now, I know this has to be a hallucination.
“Jake,” she said, softly, once again. Her voice quivered as if she were about to cry.
I rubbed my eyes in disbelief. That can’t be her; she’s dead. These drugs are just getting the better of me, that’s all. That can’t possibly be her.
When I opened my eyes, I jumped with fear. She was less than two feet away from me and had half of her skull bashed in. Her right eyeball had been bulging out of her socket. She flailed her arms out towards me, each of them dripping with her blood. “Help me. Please.”
I immediately ran away, not caring who I had to push through. I had to get the fuck out of there. Although, I was stopped before I could make it to the exit.
“Where are you going?” Adeline asked, grabbing my forearm. She simpered and somehow, like that, I no longer wanted to leave. Instead, all I could think about was ripping her clothes off. She pulled me in close and I went for it, in for a kiss. It was passionate, aggressive, in fact. At that moment, nothing else mattered to me but getting inside her pants, or dress, rather.
I don’t know when or how, but we ended up at my place, in my room. She stripped me of the clothes off my back as I did the same to her. She then pushed me onto the bed, straddling on top of me. Our make-out session continued to grow more and more hostile as I felt her bite my bottom lip. I screamed in agony for her to stop; I even tried pushing her away. Her teeth only clenched down harder. The taste of blood filled my mouth. My skin began to tear. I could see her slowly ripping my lip off, along with the rest of the bottom half of my face. Everything simply went black after that.