Charlie"s vision swirled with colours and sweeping shapes. He felt a warm hand resting on his forehead, grounding him. Rachel. The feeling of her touch settled any worries he"d awoken with. He closed his eyes, drifting with the movement of his surroundings and taking comfort in knowing his friend was close by.
“Charlie, do you know what they gave you?” Rachel"s voice sounded distant, like it was being broadcast from a different room. His head sorted the words, trying to comprehend what she was asking him. Drugs. She wanted to know about the drugs.
He opened his eyes, and he was sitting on the floor of Jess O"Connor"s lounge. She pulled away from him, her eyes unnaturally blue. She"d given him something, and it was already loosening his inhibitions and making all the darkness less imposin
