AN: I have never taken drugs and don't plan on doing so, so if anyone has an criticism with the scene, I am open to it. I did a lot of research on it, but first-hand accounts and opinions of those who have actually taken the drug are far more useful.
Mind you, it's only constructive, not destructive, criticism I want.

I also am not trying to glorify or romanticise drug use, or say that it is bad.

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Heath followed her instructions as best he could. They weren't difficult to follow or understand, it was just the anticipation of what they were about to do was constantly on his mind.

He didn't speak to his parents at all, rushing to finish his breakfast and to get out the door. If his parents thought it was odd, they said nothing of it.

He barely restrained himself from running to the corner. Poppy met him there, smiling as widely as she had last night.

"Just on time, man," she said, shoving her hands into the pockets of her leather jacket and pulling the bags out,"Got the sh*t. Now let's go to the secret shack."

They managed to walk slowly all the way there. Poppy made sure that neither of them ran so as not to raise suspicion.

When they arrived at the shack, Heath was almost exploding with impatience. He didn't like the fact that he was so excited for a drug but he couldn't help it. It was a new experience, which Poppy had spoken highly of more times than he could count.

"So," she said, sitting down in the middle of the shack and pulling the bags out of her pockets, after putting a disk in the CD player, "We have cocaine, opium, heroin and LSD. "

Heath stayed silent, beginning to question what he was about to do. He didn't voice his doubts, worried she would tease him and he didn't want to ruin her happy mood.

"I think we'll do LSD," she said, picking up one of the smaller packets,"This one is the funnest. My favourite, after heroin, of course." She grinned widely, excited thoughts racing through her head faster than Heath could follow.

Heath just nodded, worry building up in his chest. He watched her as she pulled out two small packets out the bag.

She pushed one of them towards him. He picked it up cautiously and looked at her for guidance.

She popped it into her mouth and glanced over it him. "Just place the sh*t under your tongue," she said, smiling her Chesire Cat grin, humming to the Beatles song that was currently playing.

He did as she said. He had expected the high to come on almost immediately but he didn't feel any different than normal. "How long does it normally take?"

"Patience, my young Padawan," Poppy said, rolling her eyes,"Ain't gonna happen"- she snapped her fingers -"like that. You just gotta wait. But it's worth it."

Heath nodded slowly. "Oh," he said simply, feeling stupid for having thought it would've started immediately.

"Hey, do you wanna see my tattoo, Heath?" she asked, taking off her leather jacket and pulling up her sleeve before he could reply,"It's not real, unfortunately, but someday it will be."

The pattern etched upon her arm was simple, just a thick line circling her arm. It was the colours that made it stunning. Any colour he could think of was in the tattoo, each shade blending into another with ease and beauty.

He traced it with his finger, and smiled slightly. "Looks awesome," he said, smiling.

"I know, fren," she said, winking,"Just like me."

He rolled his eyes.

"So, you've never taken any drugs before, have you?" she asked after a lull in conversation as the two listened to the music.

"I've already said I haven't, right?" Heath replied, his hands shaking slightly and not because of the cold.

"You have... but I wanted to double-check," she said, smiling widely. She leaned her head on her hand.

"Do you wanna take another one?" she asked, rummaging through the bag before holding out another piece of paper to him.

He ignored the tingling in his fingers momentarily to take the second piece of paper. He didn't bother to question it. Poppy knew what she was doing, right?

"So, we've got about half an hour until the fun effects set in," she said,"So, what shall we do?"

"Um...," he started before being cut off.

"We can levitate things! At least you can," she said, puffing out her chest and smiling widely,"It is a great suggestion, eh?"

He raised his eyebrows. "Excellent idea. Want an applause?"

"Actually, that wouldn't be too bad..."

He shook his head in awe. "So, what have do you have for me to levitate today?"

"Hmm...," she said, looking around before her eyes settled on the bags,"Levitate the bags, O Mystic One!"

He did as she said, making them float all over the shack and dropping some of the contents before catching them with the bags again, while Poppy sang off-key with the songs.

He began to feel as though he was actually on something as the minutes ticked by and a new song came on.

Picture yourself in a boat on a river,
With tangerine trees and marmalade skies

Poppy giggled at the floating bags and he joined in. He hadn't realised how funny the bags were. Floating bags.

Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly.
A girl with kaleidoscope eyes.

However, the urge to giggle began to fade as he felt an odd tingling in his arms. He didn't like the sensation much. Worry began to build up in his chest. Was this normal? Should he feel this way? Poppy seemed to be fine.

"You're funny," she mumbled through her giggles.

Cellophane flowers of yellow and green,
Towering over your head.

"I know," he replied, but his giggles felt strained and odd in his mouth.

He felt as though he had a lot more energy, like he'd drunk six cups of caffeine, but he didn't like the fear that came along with it. His eyes darted to and fro as his body felt off and weird sensations crept up his limbs.

"Calm down, Heathie," Poppy said, rolling her eyes,"It's normal. You're just going up, up, up like a rocket ship. All the way to the ceiling."

Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes
And she's gone

He struggled to calm himself, which proved to be difficult and mostly unsuccessful. He did manage to push down the uncomfortable emotions but nonetheless, the odd sensations continued to crawl and his hair stood on end.

He glanced again at her tattoo and it looked like it was rippling and moving. It was only a slight movement, but a movement nonetheless.

Lucy in the sky with diamonds,
Lucy in the sky with diamonds,
Lucy in the sky with diamonds

"I didn't realise your tattoo could move," he mumbled, without thinking about what he was saying.

Poppy spoke gibberish back to him.

"What?" he asked, his brow furrowed,"You're not making sense."

She laughed (at least, he thought it was a laugh) and twirled her finger right next to her temple and pointed it back to him.

Oh. So he was crazy. He giggled slightly.

He took a look around the room, as slowly became more vivid in colour and he noticed small things he hadn't seen before. He saw the small drawing of a beetle-esque object near the corner of the wall. There was smaller, crossed out name near Poppy's on the friendship wall. The eye they had drawn when Heath had first come here was actually more like a butterfly than an eye.

He glanced back at Poppy who was still speaking gibberish. There were a few words he could make out like 'bad trip' and 'not fun' and 'gotta be careful' which made his breath hitch but he tried to focus on the hues that seemed to be coming to life.

The walls around him pulsed and there were halos around the bags. When he or Poppy moved trails seemed to follow them. He had no sense of time and the minutes could've been hours or seconds for all he knew.

He watched the slow motion, cartoonish trails for a while, feeling euphoric as a slow smile spread across his face. It was unlike what he'd expected - a slow, magical calm rather than a fast, overwhelming rush.

He hummed to himself, looking at the world through a vivid new lens and paying little attention to Poppy's gibberish. It was as if he was a blind man seeing the sun for the first time.

However, the hum became slowly deeper and more satanic,  the halos looked more like red rings and the music became warbled and freakish.

The hum died in his throat. He went to tell Poppy something was wrong, his heart hammering in his chest and his mouth dry but met with something he wished he could forget.

Poppy looked normal enough, until her face began to morph. It looked like he was looking at it through a round mirror. If she moved her head in a certain way, her smile looked distorted and unusually big.

He quickly looked away, bile rising in his throat.

"Heathie," a voice he couldn't identify whispered. Heath whipped his head around, sweating trickling down his forehead, but he saw nothing. He took a deep breath.

"Heathie," a voice he couldn't identify whispered. Heath whipped his head around, sweating trickling down his forehead, but he saw nothing. He took a deep breath.

"Heathie," a voice he couldn't identify whispered. Heath whipped his head around, sweating trickling down his forehead, but he saw nothing. He took a deep breath.

He didn't think time was meant to repeat itself, but he wasn't sure of anything anymore.

He looked down, his stomach squirming and as pale as a ghost, only to see his hands had changed to an unnatural pitch black.

He looked up, eyes wide and determined not to look at anything else. His breaths came out in pants but they sounded off, always too deep or too high.

He tried to think of something happy, shutting his eyes to get away from the hell he'd just trapped himself into.

However, he'd just leapt out of the frying pan and into the fire.