Chapter Three; You're on the verge of going crazy
Taylor sat on the all too familiar living room couch. He watched as
Mark prepared a needle for him. He stared contently unable to move. His
body wasn't functioning, he couldn't feel anything but pain. Mark told him
that it would help him through this. And that he wouldn't give him enough to
do him any harm. He sat waiting, it seemed as though it was in slow motion
as he watched Mark move in closer to his arm. His sleeve rolled up above his
elbow, his forearm pale and shaking. Mark held his wrist and placed the tip of
the needle on a visible vein in the bend of his arm. Taylor took a deep breath
and watched the needle disapear under his skin. He watched the surenge
empty and Mark pull out the needle. Taylor stared for a minute at his arm not
knowing if it would even work, he hadn't felt anything. His eyes met Mark's
when he felt a his body go limp. It was like a surge of electricity going through
his body. It raced up his veins in his arms, into his shoulders, down his chest,
and through his legs. His skin tingled as his eyes closed. His head fell back
and this feeling of floating or flying came over him. He was no longer on
Mark's couch, he was floating high above the clouds. It was the best feeling of
his life. He was in a state of unconsciousness on the outside. But on the
inside, higher and higher he soared over the clouds. Then without a moment's
notice he plunged to the cold black ground below him. His face smashed into
the rocks that lay beneath him, his legs and arms crumpled to his sides and
underneath his body. He felt paralized, he couldn't move any part of his body.
He turned his head over to vomit but nothing came up. But uncontrollably he
still continued to wretch. He gagged until he was throwing up blood. The
white carpet below him, now stained with his blood that kept escaping his lips.
Mark raced to the closet and got a bucket for Taylor. He held his hair back
and watched him in so much pain. He vomited until there was no more blood
even to throw up.
Just then Mark's older brother, Scott, came in the front
door. He saw this and rushed to Taylor's side as well.
"What happened!?" he
asked frantically.
"He was panicking he was in so much pain Scott, I had to do
something" he explained close to tears.
"What did you do?" Scott was almost
afraid to ask.
"I shot him up" Mark explained lowering his head to the ground.
"Oh God. How much?" Scott asked.
"Not that much. Not even enough to do much....like you did with me" Scott looked puzzled.
"Did you ask if he was on any medicine?" Mark just stared at the floor.
"Mark! You know you have to!" Scott yelled.
"I wasn't thinking, I was worried about him"
Mark tried to justify his actions.
"I know, we just.....call his parents....tell them
that he's staying here. He can't go home like this" Mark did as he said and
stood up and walked to the phone. Scott scooped up the almost lifeless body
on the couch and carried it to Mark's room. He covered him up and turned off
the light. When he walked into the living room Mark sat wide eyed on the
couch.
"He'll be ok, he just has to sleep, right?" he asked frantically.
"Yeah,
he'll be fine..." Scott re-assured him half-heartedly, "....he'll be fine."
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