To Get High, Or Not To Get High.
@ily-aliyah
Cay hadn’t done any drugs in quite a while and it was starting to get to her. She wasn’t addicted, not really, but being here was boring and she had nothing else to do for fun. She’d been considering contacting the only dealer she knew in the area when pulled out some of her art equipment from last year and a bag of pills popped out.
She spent the next twenty minutes laying on her bed and holding the bag between her fingers, staring at it. Did she really want to get high for the sake of it? Sure, but something felt wrong. She’d never had reservations about taking a couple pills before but right now, staring at the bag and thinking about school, it made her feel like a waste. Which only made her want to forget her problems and get high even more. She was about to do it, about to open the bad and take a couple when the dorm room swung open and in walked her roommate, Aliyah. Cay stumbled to shove the bag underneath her blanker before turning to see Aliyah standing in the doorway.
