Not many people get addicted to hallucinating. Frans was different. She enjoyed the escape it brought her. All her worldly problems in Arizona were left behind when she had LSD.
She had tried many other things. Peyote, Mushrooms and Salvia were at the top of the list. But nothing beat good old acid.
The trip was longer, varied in intensity and didnapos;t put her to sleep. (Which occasionally happened to her with salvia.)
She sat in her room, fourth floor of a dormitory, waiting for the immediate effects of the quad she just took.
First, colors. She gently brushed her fingers through the floating liquid rainbows that slowly surrounded her. She knew they had come to take her away. Away to a world beyond imagination. Beyond material goods. Beyond good and evil.
The Number 3 walked out the door. She couldnapos;t use it until morning. It would be back then.
She didnapos;t look at the clock. She knew it wouldnapos;t obey the rules. Time had itapos;s own rules. Stubborn and closed-minded. That was the way of the clock.
Television was the only thing that didnapos;t have to obey the rules. It was a portal within the portal. It was still risky though. It sometimes took you to places you didnapos;t want to be. Brought things out that should have stayed in their dimension. "It cannot be turned on." She heard someone say.
If thereapos;s one thing Frans knew, it was to trust a voice.
Frans watched herself stand up and walk into the bedroom. She followed, and lay on her bed.
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~Zack apos;Munkybranapos; Mitchell
Iapos;ll continue this later.
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