It's The Falling in Love

Chapter One-Hundred and Eleven

"Let go of me!" I scream.

The monster's face leans closer towards me. "Dixie!" I hear him scream angrily.

I push the monster down as I quickly run out of the house.

I scream loudly, feeling my mind spin more. My legs wobble but somehow I make it to the limo.

I feel like my breath has been taken away. My lungs seem high. My heart is racing. My mind is spinning. What the hell is LSD and what has it done to me?! 

Maybe I need some more cocaine, right? Keep me alert. Maybe then I'll know what's going on. 

I open the limo, finding Lynne and a man with a mustache making out.

My eyes widen. "L-Lynne." I stare intensely in the car. 

Colors continue to change and flash in my eyes. 

Lynne starts at me, "Mia!" She gasps, trying to close the door.

"I need more." I breathe, feeling myself come sick.

"What?" She furrows her eyebrows.

"Cocaine! I need more! Something!" I beg as noises of people laughing grow louder in my ear.

I suddenly turn around.

No one is there. 

I quickly spin around, staring at Lynne. "Please!" I cry.

Lynne shakes her head as the man continues to kiss her neck.

"I don't think that's a good idea, sweetheart." She frowns.

I scream loudly, hitting the car with my fist.

"I'm going crazy! I see all these colors! I'm frightened, Lynne! I need to be alert! I need to know what the hell is going on! Help me!" I scream at her. 

Lynne sighs, pulling a bag of candy out of her bra. 

"Keep it. You'll need it more than me." She smirks.

I nod slowly, trying to keep my head on straight.

I slam the car door, hearing moaning noises continue from the inside.

I breathe loudly as I lay some cocaine on the top of the car. 

She's having fun with a Freddie Mercury, I see.. 

I grab a dollar, rolling it up.

Please let this work! 

I snort a straight line of cocaine. My right eye starts to twitch. I smile widely but the colors don't stop, they suddenly worsen.

I frown, feeling myself want to cry.

I scream loudly, grabbing the candy as I place it in my bra. 

I start running around. People of all colors, green, blue, purple, start smiling widely at me.

They raise their drinks at me, their eyes are all huge and black.

"Somebody gave you the good stuff, I see?" A really low voice from a man standing in front of me says.

I suddenly start to giggle.

The man smiles widely at me.

I continue to giggle, only the giggling doesn't stop.. It worsens along with my shaking. 

Is this what The Beatles felt like? Is this what the Sixties truly felt like?

Is this what Kevin went through?