4 AM.

It's dark, and I can't feel anything. All around me is black, and I can hear my heart pounding. Getting louder and louder. All around me is black. My breathing gets faster and faster. It's freezing cold and I'm sweating. I feel like I'm going to throw up. I open my nightstand and feel around. It's empty. Not even a spider web. MY heart foes faster, my breathing increases, I'm about to throw up. I feel for my bag, finding it next to my bed. I rip it open and throw the contents around. I look and look, my sickness about to come up. I find what I'm looking for. A small vile, the size of a pen lid. I rip the top and take the whole thing in one swift sniff. I fall backwards onto my pillow. All around me is black and I can't feel anything. It's the most comforting feeling.