I felt comfortably numb with the first hit of cocaine; my last relative finally passed, the one who I genuinely enjoyed the most during the times I lived in this god-forsaken world; but now feeling the way I am, I think I'll pick cocaine more than her. It was fast to get rid of the pain, and made me immune to anything; I felt happy
Being high was a new experience, everything turning into spirals and the atmosphere turning into inverted colors with my head swerving back and forth and feeling lighter than balloons. The walls were changing constantly and things around me greeted me with a hello. My bed was now a pool full of fun-filled water that could cure anything! I don't know why people said cocaine was bad, a little nosebleed with the effect of losing all pain is worthwhile. I could see pretty animals lined up towards me ready to get petted. The chair I was sitting on was bending and expanding into what seemed like a trampoline. Everything felt like a dream, a peaceful one with no problems at all. This experience was now my favorite, I could do anything I wanted!
As I was living through heaven, something gave me an urge. I wanted to go up to one of the peaceful animals and grab something hard enough to violently bash its head in, with blood smearing against the wall and wooden floors. I wanted to use its eyes as ping-pong balls and try to beat a high score; I wanted to grab a part of its brain and tear bits and bits off to wonder what makes it so unique. I wanted to torture the animals, it looked pleasing.
A little more cocaine was lined up on the table, I bent down and snorted heavily for it to get shoved into my nostrils. I looked at the animal again, it was a deer just snooping around me.
I reached over to pet its head but the animal changed. Once a deer got into a bloody mess of a coyote. It had dark fur and eyes like a devil, it was already covered in blood just like I imagined to do with one of the animals. It was foaming from the mouth and began barking as if I killed its owner, my heart stopped as it looked deep into my soul. It lunged and attempted to bite my hand and probably rip my internal organs out of my body. I got up in fright and began stabbing its head with the legs of the chair, it managed to get down and it gave out cries and howls of agonizing pain. My heart was beating hard now, thinking I was going to die from this crazy experience
"Die you creature!" I think I yelled out. Most of the animals resented and began running through the walls that were now collapsing.
The killing urge came back, but something tried to break it. I leaned back and forth and landed on the ground, and the wooden floorboard broke into a colorful endless hole. I felt as if my life was ending, the walls around me were moving in all directions and changing different tones of color. Green to light green, yellow to orange-yellow, blue to dark blue.
As I looked up, something came up in my mind. Am I out of cocaine? I think I need more. I could get women, I could get fame, I could be the coolest bastard in the world! Now thinking about it, my subconscious thoughts were correct.
I grabbed the colorful wall and tried pulling myself up, yelling: "I need more!! I don't have enough to please me!" The walls felt almost like rubber, and something was poking me through it; it felt like it was trying to push me down by blunting deeper into my palm. I attempted to climb my way back and I managed. To the top and saw the table and cocaine gone, I felt enraged and wanted to flip out. I tried finding something to break and use it as a weapon to force someone to give me it! But I looked around and saw many buildings in Los Angeles; I knew where to go.
"More! I need more! I'm going to kill someone for cocaine! Just give it to me before I have to kill someone today! JUST GIVE ME MORE FOR CHRIST SAKES!!"
As I was attempting to get out, I felt everything coming back to normal. My floating body now with gravity reclaiming me; I fell, everything now turning black in my bloodshot eyes. I could see my depressed room again, no animals were there, nothing was. It was now colorless and nothing to greet me or care about me at all. I looked at the clock and heard the soft ticking coming from it. The wooden floorboards felt like it was scraping my body, and I could feel pain in my nose as blood leaked onto the floor. My bed looked normal, its yellow-stained mattress sticking out and waiting for me to lay on it. But as I attempted to think more, I looked out the window to Los Angeles to see a chance of getting the best experience of my life again before everything went black in my vision.