Time can be very hard to keep up with. I sat by a young man on a bus. I don't remember why I was there.

He was tall, perhaps 6'3. He towered over me, being only 5'1. He had dark brown hair and grey eyes. He didn't notice I was beside him. He had sharp facial features.

His nose was small, but sloped upward, his eyelashes were curly and short, that casted shadows on his high, promient cheekbones. His mouth had a stiffness to it, accompanying the serious look in his eyes as he gazed out the window. He's handsome, I thought, looking at his hair shift slightly in the breeze.

There were people surrounding us sitting two to a seat. There was both men and women, but they all had similar faces with the same blank expression. They didn't talk. Only me and the serious boy had different faces.

It wasn't too long before we reached our destination. Exiting the bus, I surveyed my surroundings.It looked like a campsite. There were trees everywhere, tall grass and dirt, several small, wooden huts where I was, and a large building in the back of the site. This was absolutely a camp, a strange one at that. I didn't even see a camp sign with a name coming in.

I began to feel nervous and decided to stay near the serious boy, who was still oblvious to my being there. In fact, everyone seemed to not notice me or the boy at all. The crowd of same-faced people conversed amongst themselves. All smiling and talking eagerly about something. There was something eerie about it. Nothing felt right. I heard a closing of a door in the distance and turned toward the sound. A stocky man walked out of the large building in the back. He had a smug smile on his face as he approached us. I gulped and looked at the serious boy. I could tell he was carefully observing this man as much as I was.

All of the young people around us hushed and turned to face him as he stood ten feet before us. His smile grew so wide, that I could see how big his canines were. "Hello ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to drug camp! I am honored that you delightful young men and women have taken my invitation to test the newest treats on the black market!" He pulled bags of different substances out of his dress coat pockets and lifted them high into the air for everyone to see. The crowd cheered except for me and the serious boy. He seemed unimpressed. My growing anxiety was starting to make me shake.

I didn't belong here. I didn't remember who I was before I woke up on the bus, but I was sure I was twenty-three. Who am I? Why am I here? Did I have a life before my awakening? I tried to sort out my thoughts. The people crowded the man, receiving their drugs with glee, and then proceeding to sniff, inject, eat, or smoke them.

The serious boy finally moved after minutes of consideration and received a bag of dark green powder for the man, who gave him a look of approval. His face relaxed when he walked back to me, looking at me for the first time. He got a tube and lighter out of his back pocket and filled the small hole on the end of the tube with the powder, and then lit the other end and inhaled.

The sweet smoke permiated around us. He closed his eyes in bliss, and then with glazed eyes, he leaned in toward me. I couldn't move. He placed the tube in between the gap of my lips.

"It's called HED," he said in a silky voice, "Just relax and enjoy it..." It was very VERY strong and it made me dizzy smoking it. He held my shoulders to I wouldn't fall over.

I heard screaming, laughing, and crying chaos around me. But for some reason, I didn't care anymore. I felt good. I held the tube between my fingers and puffed. The boy held me against his chest, with a smile on his face. I then blew the minty-like smoke into his face. Instantly, his lips smashed into mine. And it tasted so good, like licking peppermint bark.

He took the tube away from me and put it back in his mouth, and pushed me to the ground. His long fingers reached underneath my bra, his nails dug into my skin. They were so cold. Too cold, as if his nails gave me frostbite. I couldn't scream. My body went numb and the last thing I saw before blacking out was his glazed eyes staring down on me, blowing the fucking smoke everywhere. When I woke up I was in an office. My clothes felt grubby and my skin disgusting and itchy. I couldn't believe I let that boy touch me and give me the drug. A well dressed black woman walked in and sat behind the desk infront of me. She was taken aback by my appearance, I must have really looked a wreck. But she tried to smile politely at me. She told me I was her lawyer. She asked what happened.

I told her everything. Her eyes got wider and wider as I told her my story. After moments of staring at me with the most frightened look on her face she asked me, "What did you smoke?!" I shrugged. "I think it was called head or something."

Her mouth dropped. "HED?! YOU SMOKED HED?!?!" Startled, I replied, "What?! What's wrong!?" She held out a mirror infront of me with a shakey hand. I saw a girl with bruises all over her skin, sticks and dirt in her blonde hair, blue shriveled up lips, and eyes that were burned out. I took my fingers and pulled down on my eye sockets, trying to find my eyes. Ash fell out. I screamed and the woman ran out of the office. That's when I realized I was dead.