Mixing Metaphors

She pinches the substance between her fingers and places it on her tongue, a wicked smile comes over the mouth of her friend sitting across from her. "I don't know about this hazel." She mumbles trying not to disturb the minerals. The girl just smiles "Don't you trust me?"

She nods, mutely, her pulse racing.

"Would I ever steer you wrong?"

She shakes her head stiffly back and forth, a strip of skin is exposed as Hazel reaches over and brushes the hair from her face, her heart is caught in her throat, she fears the other girl could hear it.

"Then it'll be fine, silly."

Heat floods her face, helplessly.

"Now close your eyes and relax."

She obeys, closing her eyes and focusing on the feeling of salt on her tongue, She feels faint, a giddy nervousness overcoming her as she hears Hazel shuffle through the room.

There are gentle hands on her shoulders, words are being spoken that she can't quite make out, the music that was playing is no longer distinguishable. She feels expansive, her body vibrating her giddy anxiousness expanding into something otherworldly.

She wakes to Hazel overdosed on the floor.