psychadelic • m. espinosa
My teeth were shivering and my hands were shaking as they held my jacket as tight to me as it could go. My feet were gently tapping against the cold elevator floor as the young man - probably my age - sat across from me mumbling incoherent words.
I swiftly took out my phone, checking the time and trying to get service.
"Who needs a social life?" The young man mumbled.
I looked up, confusion etching onto my face as I see him grin at me.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
The young man grinned even wider, humming a lullaby-like jingle. "I mean, who the fuck needs a social life? I have the voices in my head to keep me company." The boy chuckled, seeing my horrified expression. "And to think those pesky doctors tried to silence them."
all rights reserved • lifeasclaire
[note: i do not condone violence or drug use of any kind; this book was made solely for fiction purposes.]