The Rush

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Thrillers  |  House: Booksie Classic
Do you fear what you don't know? The introduction to a new series of short diary entries about Sylas, an outcast with issues with relationships, addictions, and identity while struggling to keep herself sane as she spirals into madness. The Rush, just the first of many to come.

Submitted: March 04, 2015

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The clinks of metal to metal echoed through the old subway station; Jennifer’s drunken giggles following behind. Trent had convinced the bubbly prep girl to join our circle, and I couldn’t help but find her extremely obnoxious. I sat against the cool wall, watching Luka fiddle with the lighter that was obviously out of fluid. He spit curses before asking for my lighter. The sounds of bubbles were very soothing. It reminded me of my little sister, blowing bubbles in her chocolate milk. Holding back a chuckle, I grabbed the scrap of elastic, tying it around my thin bicep. Not even my first hit and I felt drowsy.
 Trent grinned, offering to do it for the newbie. Jennifer held out her arm, allowing Trent to stick the thin needle into her arm. She winced, like most any first timer did, and clenched her teeth until the probing needle left her skin.
 I turned my attention back to Luka, filling the needle. His dark hair gleamed from the dim light of the candles. Like the gentleman he was, he handed me my syringe first. We tapped the needles together, pretending to give a toast. At the same time, the needles bore into our skin, pricking our veins and evading our blood stream. And then it hit.
 Everything was distant; the sound barrier had disappeared, leaving me in a haze that felt as if reality no longer existed. My limbs went numb, and all sense of control was lost. Time seemed to stop, and motion was lost. Luka’s outline was all I could see, my vision nothing but fuzz. Dryness overcame my mouth, leaving a cotton taste on my tongue. Then blackness consumed me.
 I don’t remember much of what happened afterwards. I do remember one thing; brutal screams.
 Awaking a few hours later, the candle had blown out, and the smell of rust filled the air. I couldn’t hear anyone else, so I assumed they left me behind. Stumbling to find an exit, I finally came across the entrance stairs. I climbed over the boards that said “WARNING! DON’T ENTER”. Breathing seemed harder, and I knew that it was only because the subway was stuffy. The stench carried from down in the subway, though I still didn’t know what it was. I reached down to my pocket, figuring I’d call Luka or Trent to see if they made it home safely. Then, as I looked at my hands, the flash of red caught my attention. My hands had been covered in red. My heart started to race as I mashed in the number of Luka’s cell.
 The phone rang, and very faintly, down in the darkness of the subway, you could hear the song that Luka set as his ringtone.
“Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds,” sang from the depths of the darkness.
 I never returned to that subway, and to this day, I still don’t know what happened. But I feel as if my lifelong addiction will continue, making me something that even I can fear. And as I sit in my locked bedroom, lighter in hand; I know I’ll never forget that night; the night I felt the rush.
 


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