Haley's point of view
The world had stopped spinning. It stopped. All of it just suddenly stopped: The patterns, the whispers, the music. It all faded. And I really wish it hadn't. Because now, even though I technically wasn't high anymore, it still felt like I was. And boy was I having a bad trip.
I could vaguely make out the faces of the other people in the room, but their conversation didn't seem to reach me at all. The floor did, however, it felt like claws were coming out of the ground to grip my ankles and hold me still till hell consumed me. Meanwhile, my body felt like it was falling apart. I couldn't feel any of my limbs, yet I was somehow very aware that they were there, and then there was my head. My head was the worst of all, as it felt like someone was walking around in the
