My body

I got up and ran straight to the bathroom to throw up. Their laughter echoed in the background, and Kid had told them they were assholes. My arms wrapped around the top of the toilet, sure to have gotten urine on it, but with my empty stomach and smoking-pot drunk, I really couldn't get anything out.

They are laughing at my nose. Bastards. I shouldn't have let my guard down. I shouldn't have trusted anyone. I should have run away from Tiny, and certainly shouldn't have overslept in the bathroom. But trying to puke and gag was draining, making me extremely tired. And drugged again.

It was normal at first, my skin became warmer and it felt great. Tingling waves spread through my body and I stretched out to relax. Every thought was diluted and very mellow, as if nothing was right for what it was, as if I was falling, but it was fine to fall, so I just went along. I feel surrounded. Then the softness becomes rougher, and the warm feeling becomes too hot and uncomfortable. I jolted, my b