[ WP ] You get bored of the party and walk outside to lay under the tree . It has become dark . As you lay under the tree , you look up and see two beady red eyes looking back down at you .

`` What's wrong?'' The eyes stare at me intently. They almost stare *into* me. 
 
 `` Nothing'' I reply. I'm not scared, surprisingly. 
 
 The eyes continue to look at me. `` Just need to relax?'' 
 
 I nod, keeping eye contact. `` Yeah,'' I say. `` I guess I do.'' 
 
 `` Well, go ahead. It's in your pocket.'' The eyes stare at me, unblinking. 
 
 My heart sinks. I should't be alone. I look to the party, and move to get up. 
 
 `` Hey,'' it hisses. `` Stay here an relax.'' 
 
 `` No,'' I say. `` No, no no, I really should n't be here. I should go...'' I hate myself. My voice trails off and I do n't move, betraying my pleas to go. 
 
 `` Stay,'' it says, calmer. `` It's in your pocket.'' 
 
 I look down, my eyes filled with tears. I remove the small bag from my pocket and unzip it. I take out my gear, and place it in my lap. I pull a lighter from my pocket, load up, and begin to cook. I watch the bubbles appear. I hate this. I hate this. 
 
 I set the spoon down and put a cotton swab in it. Stabbing the needle through, I pull back the plunger, watching the dirty liquid fill the syringe. I tie off my arm, and look for a vein. 
 
 I find one, and slowly insert the needle. I instantly hate myself. 
 
 I lie back, and strip off the tie. Looking up, I see the eyes fade. 
 
 `` I hate you,'' I whisper to no one, as a tear rolls down my face.
