Old Stuff: Happy Halloween

The needle, the needle. Into the vein it plunges, freeing her from the constraints of the boring "real" world in which she lives. As the poison liquid flows through her nervous system she begins to see only red, with a hint or two of darkest black. She can hear the blood running from her ears and she feels violently sick. Her body can no longer handle the strain so she begins to vomit in incredible amounts. The black goo she profusely expunges seems to have a life of its own as it gushes and splatters onto the floor in front of her. She screams. Glass begins to shatter and the walls buckle from the force of her inhuman wailing. The goo forms a pool in the shape of a spiral and begins whispering her name. Quietly, over and over again, whispering. She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand and steps forward, into the pool. She falls, endlessly and forever.