A night to remember Prologue

I mustered a groan as I leaned agents the side of my apartment. I had to catch the bus home since my ride didn't want to leave the party yet and my phone had died on me shortly after we arrived.

My head is killing me and the unbearable itching I felt all over my body has turn into a burning sensation that was getting worse by the minute. This was bad.  I'd had a few bad trips before but that's all they were. Those were just a matter of waiting for it to end but I didn't feel like this could be solved by simply waiting it out.  I didn't want to admit it but I knew I couldn't fix this on my own, I needed help.

I shambled up the stairs to reach the second floor, vision blurring more than usual.  I fumbled with my keys, struggling as if they themselves refused to enter the lock, it's not until I grasp them with both hands that I can finally get them to cooperate and step inside.  Inside I had to strain my eyes to see the time on the cable box, 2:39, glowing bright red.

As I closed the door behind me, legs wobbling as I trudged forward I could feel my heart pounding painfully in my chest, my thoughts return to the creep at the party inviting us to 'try something new'.  Maybe it was the alcohol making me more suggestible or the stress I'd been dealing with lately or perhaps I'm just a dumb-ass.  Weather one or any combination of the three in the end I agreed and went along with the other two.  More than anything I remember the look on his face when he had to help me, holding my arm out as i watched a syringe pierce my skin.  The situation reminded me of doctor but the smile he had on made me skin scrawl, sounding alarms in my mind that were far too late.  I rushed out shortly after, much to his protests, finding some comfort back among the music and-

Thoughts of the night were suddenly interrupted by what felt like a bomb going off in my mind.  Before I knew it I was on the floor, ears ringing. The pain I'd felt before seeming like a fond memory compared to the agony I now felt seizing my body and mind.  I tried to cry out for help, hoping someone was home or that a neighbor might hear but my throat had gone dry.  I could only manage a feeble croak as my tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth.

Now I was certain that I was going to die.  I was going to die because I stupidly accepted strange drugs from some creep at a party and there was nothing I could do about it. Only minutes in and every single nerve in my body seemed to be strained to it's limits, punishing me for my idiocy in the form of a slow painful death.  I just wanted it to end already.  I wanted to die, no mater how much the prospect scared me anything was better than this.

I suffered there on the floor for only a little over twenty minutes before my vision finally started to go black.

this is it.

I can't fix this.