Newsworthy, sure, but not a direct threat to me.
Right?
Right?
Jesus, Kruger’s weed has made me so fucking paranoid?—
Rooke sends me an image.
I lock my phone with trembling hands, nearly fumbling it.
Heart pounding, I glance around to see if anyone saw my screen. Only Nolan’s looking my way, but his eyes are glazed and unfocused. Blake and Kruger are talking, Dahmer is busy on his phone, and Austin’s head is back, shoulders bopping along to the music.
I feel like I’ve just woken from a nightmare, body still in shock from the jumpscare that dragged me out.
“Yo, guys, I’m…I’m fading,” I mumble, standing.
“Dude, no!” Blake grabs my knee. “That track I was telling you about is coming up?—”
I pull him off. “Tomorrow, bro.” I give Kruger a chin bob, ignoring the rest of the guys that greet me.
I don’t make it inside the house.
The half-dying shrub closest to the deck of the NEX frat house gets a dose of puke—possibly not the first tonight. This is where everyone either vomits or pisses if they can’t make it inside. Highly discouraged, of course, but preferable to the hardwood floors.
My shoulder scrapes along the wall as I drag myself upstairs to my room, using the railing to haul myself along.
I collapse onto my bed, and should have passed out from the sheer amount of weed and booze circulating my veins, but I have to check my phone.
Because it can’t be real.
I was fucking hallucinating.
Except…it is.
And I wasn’t.
There’s a new message beneath the picture.
@inherentvice
Appears non-consensual, doesn’t it?
My lips part, an incredulous huff leaving my mouth.
@inherentvice
Who should I send this to first?
The dean?
Your parents?
…her?
All I can manage in my near catatonic state is one desperate word.
@wanderkind
