**WARNING- This chapter contains heavy drug use.**
Ren's POV
Fuck, what did she give me?
This is some fast-acting shit.
Am I even going to remember how I got here?
I burst into a grayscale flat and stumbled to the floor, kicking my low heels off and slamming the door behind me. My mouth propped open as I leaned against the door, pulled in a deep breath, and let it out again. After the third iteration, I started to lose the feeling in my toes and the tips of my fingers. I let out a panicked grunt, the sweat sticking to my clothes as I pushed myself from the door and heaved myself onto all fours.
I kept my head high, swaying with each crawl towards a black-painted door. Crawling to the other side, I pushed the door open into a brightly coloured living room with paintings all over the walls.
Daria's place.