She pulled over to the side of the road, her heart racing heavily. She tried to convince herself it was just the large amount of Redbull she had ingested, however she knew, realistically what she was about to encounter.
For a split second the darkness had control of her body. Her breathing was faint and fast paced, her hands began to tremble and the numbness took over. Whispers in her head told her to step on the gas and ram the silver baby into the guard rail.
Images of materials intertwining with each other and the sharp sound of metals scraping together clouded her vision.
But she could not let the darkness win. Somewhere in the depths of her soul she knew it would end. She took a deep breath, held it in and slowly let it out as if releasing the darkness into the night.
“Focus,” she said aloud.
Indicator, gas, drive.
As if the car had drove unattended, she found herself safely parked in her parent’s driveway. In a split second she made her way into the house, down the stairs and straight into her bedroom.
Water in one hand and the tiny maraca in the other, she swallowed it whole and took a seat.
Mere moments passed and her body returned to what others would consider normal. The darkness had retreated, consumed by the tiny pill.
She focused on moving her fingers and toes, counted to ten and felt her body return to her control.
She was not surprised by the thought of her own death, although incredibly dumbfounded that she almost had no control over it.
Her mind had been engulfed by darkness and the only way to escape it was the light that illuminated from the medication.
Control was her high, it kept her alive, and it frightened her that she no longer was in complete control.
Her mind and body were working against each other. One trying to kill off the other for it’s own survival.
Tears dripped onto her dress as she concluded that her mind, and the darkness that invaded it, would eventually win.