My best friend and I decided that we wanted to try shroom for the very first
time. We purchsed an eighth from this kid from school and went to her house to
trip. We had heard that some people don't trip their first time, so we decided
to split it up and eat them all, just to make sure we'd have a reaction. It took
about fifteen minutes for the trip to start and when it did I felt really really
high. It scared me that I was so high and I already couldn't wait for it to be
over. We were up in her bedroom and her parents were downstairs.
I got a huge urge to crawl under her bed, where I
decided I would spend the rest of my trip. I couldn't fit, so I gave up and sat
against the wall. After a while, I ended up laying in a corner of her closet. I
was totally oblivious to the rest of the world including my friend. I lost all
touch with reality and was convinced that all life as we know it was just a
dream - that my entire life, all my childhood, and everything never! really
happened. I thought that the trip was life now and that I'd never get off it. I
could hear my friend in the backround, talking to someone on the phone. I stared
at one spot on her wall for what seemed like two hours.
The indentations in the wall danced for me and
entertained me. I remember feeling a tear slide down my face while I watched the
spots and I was confused because I didn't think I was crying. I heard my friend
getting hysterical and screaming something about being stupid. She grabbed my
arm and said that we had to leave her house, but I refused to go, because I
wanted to wit out the trip in her closet. She screamed repeatedly that she hates
me, but I didn't understand why. I closed the closet door so that I wouldn't get
anymore interruptions, but I could hear her sobbing loudly. I tried to close my
eyes and go to sleep, because whenever I'm drunk or high, I can just fall asleep
and wake up to normality. But I couldn't close my eyes without seeimg ! spots
danceing all around. It was like no matter where I looked, I couldn't see normal
things. Everything was so distorted and out of control. I opended the door and
saw Sarah crying. I looked down at her wrists and they were cut and bleeding. I
said, " You've cut yourself. Why did you do that?" She cried and
screamed at me that we needed to get out of her house. I said I didn't want to
leave, so she grabbed a protracted and said that she's kill herself if we didn't
go. I shut the door and preceded to stare at the spot on the wall again.
Every so often I would sit up and become aware that I
was tripping and that my best friend had slit her wrists. But my mind would tell
me that it didn't really happen and I would commmence watching the wall dance. I
remember touching my face and feeling like my skin could be pulled right off and
wondering why it didn't hurt to pull at it. Everything I touched felt magnitized
and intriguing. My toungue and lips didn't seem to be p! art of my body, because
I could touch them, but they didn't feel like they were being touched. I was
numb to touch all over. My hair was coming out in clumps. I opened the closet
door and told my friend that I was going to vomit. She grabbed her wastebasket
and I threw up in it four times. She got pretty angry that I had done this to
her. I closed the closet door and stared at the wall for a while longer.
Suddenly, I had to go to the bathroom and so I just went right there in the
closet. I didn't think it would matter because I was living in that reality now,
so no one would mind.
I left the closet and found my friend on the phone
crying to someone about what was happening. She screamed at me that we had to
leave her house, and I was getting off my peak, so I agreed after much
pursuation. SHe grabbed my shoes, the wastebasket and we left her house. It felt
strange walking outside. I felt like everyone could tell I was tripping and was
looking at my soaked pants, b! ut I didn't mind vey much. I felt a desire to
find my other friend because I really really wanted off of this trip. Her back
door was open, so I went in and found her doing homework in her room. I told her
what was happening and that I needed help. I started to cry and grabbed her
scissors on the desk and cut my wirst. She screamed and ran to the bathroom for
a towel. I started to dry and instantly regretted doing it. She sat me down in
the bathroom and made me promise not to move while she got some bandages.
Once I was bandaged up, I told her that my other friend
was still loose in the neighborhood, so we went to find her. SHe was crouched on
the step of my neighbors house and he was comforting her. We all went inside and
talked while my trip went down. Finally, I went home and got yelled at for
missing dinner. It was the worst experience of my life.
