Snippet #1311091

Jay Daniels. Gotta love Jay. Tall, dark, mysterious, and hot. And rich. That's the best aprt. He's rich. And totally in love with Sadie. She was at his house, loud music was blasting, weed and crack and other questionable substances littered the floor. Of course; they were at a party. Half drunken bodies were swaying across, zigging and zagging like a soldier on his first day ashore after a long time at sea; a lopsided half roll. Things seem to warp and jump out at her: Oh God, this bliss of being high. Sadie snorted with mirth as everything seemed to twist in front of her. Jay started to touch her; touch her in places no one usually touches her. It felt nice, in that heightened hyper activity that occurs when you're under influence of something. The lights seemed to flash brightly and burn into her; boring through her eyelids when she blinked. Dazed, Sadie went to lie down on the couch but missed, and fell flat on the floor. Then she stared into space, unkowingly, but she felt truly happy. This is the only time she feels truly happy.

Then she didn't even notice being dragged out of the house, and being injected with something. She was already fast asleep, thoughts siwrling madly in her head but her brain too fazed to bother paying attention.

She would wake up in a strange place where she knew no one. Chances are; she'd never see anyone from her home in Maine ever again.