Alex thought Nightshade was just a slang term for some other brand of marijuana. He should have thought it through though, because every movie he'd ever seen talked about Nightshade in a bad way. It was just another drug and so long as it gave Alex the high he sought, he cared little about the details. Besides, he trusted that Davian knew what he was doing when it came to drugs. The guy wasn't really the smartest tool in the shed but why share something that could cause him harm? They were friends, after all.
They lit up and Alex brought the rolled joint of Nightshade, taking it in. It was different. Felt different. It curled into his mouth and he released the blue smoke in a steady stream. He took another puff, easing into the pillow pile they'd created from what the hotel room offered, which was surprisingly many. It took the Nightshade a little to work in but Alex released his body, letting it work through him. He felt his breathing slow and then the pounding of his heart followed suit. Badum badum badum . . . badum . . badum . . . . . . badum . . .
His muscles felt like jelly and his hands went limp. Alex felt a different sort of high. Pot wasn't like this at all. This was new. What was Nightshade? Alex didn't care then because at first to felt kinda good. And then it didn't really feel good as it felt wrong. When he opened his eyes, the hotel room ceiling swirled in colors not meant to mingle. They made jagged shapes and moved in a way that was unsettling. Like he somehow ended up in a horror movie.
Alex tried to move his mouth but he couldn't. He couldn't move anything. The ceiling lowered and it looked like something reached out toward him. Alex tried to will his body to move but he didn't even feel connected to it anymore. But when he tried to focus on his spirit it wasn't moving either. Like he was strapped to a table and the crazy guy with the chainsaw getting ready to perform the lobotomy on him. The ceiling continued to reach down toward him, taking the shape of something.
A face?
His heartbeat slowed and his breathing shallow enough it might not look like he were breathing at all. His eyes were closed and he lay still. Almost too still.