I never should have gone to that party. I shouldn't have taken those pills. But I wanted escape, to feel good for once.
Lights flash. Dim figures rush about. Someone lifts me. There's something over my mouth and nose, sharp chemical smells. There's a stab in my arm.
I can't move. We're rocking from side to side. A siren wails. My chest hurts. My throat's closing. I can't see anything but lights, and dim figures shifting about in controlled urgency.
My throat seizes up. My chest flutters.
"She's about to crash!"
The lights shrink into darkness. The sounds fade to silence. I know nothing.
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Running On Empty
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