[ WP ] Third eyes . They make you see more things and more ... 'people ' . But it was n't exactly like that . The more you opened your third-eye , the less things you see , things that are n't supposed to be in reality .

I could not believe that Cynthia's chakra bullshit was rooted in reality. I could hear her now, rambling about spirituality and the third eye, instead of being productive in our group project. I was almost finished emptying the barrel, and there was only one more left. `` This is your fucking idea, help out!'' I shouted to an empty room. She had probably wandered off in search of energetic rocks, or whatever neo hippies are about. 
 
 I wish I could tell you how it began. The truth is lost and tangled amongst chaos. I do remember it involved Herpetology class and the Parietal Eye. The Parietal Eye is the Third Eye, but the *real one*. Essentially a modified scale reptiles and amphibians use to monitor how long light/dark periods are. I remember being assigned to work with Cynthia, her saying `` You know the light is as obscures as much vision as the dark does? Do you know light and dark are the same?!'' as she slithered to sit next to me. I was too hung-over to know if she was discussing science or her new age spirituality. 
 
 We were supposed to do a literature review, investigate the potential/possibility/remnants of Parietal Eyes in other organisms. Cynthia was an overachiever, she wanted to prove instead of investigate. We only met and worked in the library basement after 10pm, and she always brought me a tea and insisted I drink it. Cynthia had revelations about Parietal Eyes that she wanted to share with the world. I wanted her to understand that their function was well understood and documented, and that her tea made me feel odd. 
 
 I felt the barrel get lighter, as the last of its liquid emptied out. Just one more barrel and I have an A+. Just one more barrel, and I am finished with this school and this crazy bitch. I left the building to get the last barrel from the truck, and on my way out saw no sign of Cynthia. 
 
 I hope something bad happened to her. 
 
 The barrel thudded on the ground, and I began dragging it to the door. The barrel was heavy, it held roughly 24 gallons, but I knew I was not going to get any help moving it. The barrel scraped against dirt, then asphalt, and the linoleum flooring; the sound music to my ears as I neared the room and my project's completion. 
 
 `` CYNTHIA WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?!'' 
 
 No answer. Good. I heaved the barrel onto the platform, and pried open its lid to begin emptying it into the pipeline. My tormentor was nowhere to be found. I laughed maniacally, glad to be rid of her. 
 
 My laughing drowned out the liquid's *chugging* as it flowed from the barrel. My laughing drowned out the sound of water, roaring in the pipe below. 
 
 My laughing drowned out the sound of the four police officers, approaching my backside with guns drawn. 
 
 `` FREEZE. STOP IT MOTHER-FUCKER!'' The hammer on one of their pistol's clicked back. I turned my head, no longer pouring the barrel. One of them spoke, `` Put the barrel down slowly. Raise both hands high in the air above your head, and then slowly turn and slowly walk toward me.'' 
 
 `` SERGEANT I DO N'T HAVE VITALS ON THIS GUY.'' 
 
 I then noticed the fifth officer, leaning over a crumpled body on the floor. Since when was there a crumpled body on the floor? The pool of blood leaked from the man and surrounded the officer's shoes. I watched it crawl towards me and the pipe. 
 
 `` Where is Cynthia?!'' I frantically asked, beginning to walk towards the policemen. The officer who spoke earlier nervously glanced at his comrades and around the room, `` Who the fuck is Cynthia? Is there someone else here with you?'' 
 
 Who the fuck is Cynthia? She was the problem! She was the one they wanted! They needed to see the texts she sent me, the things she scrawled all over our lab notebook. They just needed to hear this bitch speak. 
 
 `` Keep walking towards me slowly. We got a search warrant for your house.... found all those LSD tea bottles you keep around. We have security footage of you tweaking out after hours in the basement of the school library. We have CCTV of you breaking into the water treatment plant and killing this security guard. Son this is not a fucking game.... This is a public safety issue... TELL ME IF YOU ARE FUCKING ALONE OR NOT'' 
 
 The hammer on another pistol clicked back. I could explain all of this, they just needed to see her texts! My phone was in my pocket, I could.... 
 
 I reached towards the pocket `` Officers, I need to-''. 
 
 They responded. *bang. bang. * 
 
 It did n't hurt, it was just warm. I looked down and saw blood rushing from my stomache. Something dripped off my arm, and I noticed the other wound in my shoulder. 
 
 It did n't matter, they needed to see her texts. My knees began to weaken. I took a step forward while raising my arm, extending the cell phone I hoped to give away. Things were starting to fade. I waved my arm at the police as the came closer... 
 
 `` Shit, is that a banana?'' 
 
 `` Oh, fuck. AW WHAT THE FUCK'' 
 
 Stumbling, I looked at my hand and saw a banana. Where was my cell phone? Why did I have a banana? Where was Cynthia? 
 
 I collapsed to the ground, knocking over the remaining barrel. Things were fading faster. I felt the liquid flow around and over me, watching it drain into the pipe. 
 
 I was dying, but so much liquid LSD was on me that I began to feel the effects. Maybe now Cynthia will come help. 
 
 
 

