[ WP ] Drugs can give a user a power for a time .

Laura reached for the tipped bottle on the table leaking out various white pills. Her relaxed induced state on the couch diminishing as the morphine she took earlier was wearing off. 
 
 *'' Be careful what you do with them. `` * 
 
 An image of her shady dealer handing her the free bottle pervaded her mind as she was returning to her senses. She did n't respond to him, Laura never liked to talk. 
 
 She picked up a pill and fiddled with it between her index and thumb, examining the surface. The letter `` S'' was engraved into the pill, the depression in the rough surface creating a shade that was easily distinguishable from it's clear white. The drugs were unknown to Laura, her sudden change of expression upon looking at the time meant she had to leave for work. She quickly scooped up the remaining fallen pills into the bottle and sealed the cap, ingesting the one she had inspected earlier. 
 
 A slight confusion arose in her as she reached the subway, the drug had n't taken affect yet. She wondered if they were n't drugs at all but a forgery her dealer's supplier sold to him. She kept walking towards the train doors, her recent paycheck already blown on drugs, so she had to jump the turn style. Although a little paranoid she successfully escaped any retribution and boarded the train. Sitting on an empty suspended seat that could harbour at least 6 people. 
 
 It was weird for no one to glance at Laura, her drug addiction had taken a hefty toll on her appearance, and she was used to various glares from random passersby. Her small joy at this happening lasting briefly as an elderly obese man sat directly on her, the man jumped up in fright and Laura used this opportunity to follow suit and move out of harms way, this man was clearly psychotic. The man too embarrassed by the disapproving looks for causing a minute nuisance did n't say a word, but found another seat and cautiously lowered his back side into it. 
 
 Laura, in turmoil by the recent transpire of events, visited her bank. Determined to find a scrap of coin she could withdraw to feed her for the day. The bank was empty and Laura quickly paced to one of the tellers who was focused on some paperwork. She stood in patience for about 10 minutes, the teller still occupied by her work. 
 
 `` Excuse me.'' Laura softly uttered. 
 
 The teller immediately looked up in surprise, she had n't realized she was being watched from a close distance, until she noticed nobody was in her vicinity that she would need to serve and returned to her work. The voice trailing to the back of her mind as she'd occasionally glance at the corner of her eye. Laura was furious at this, her insecurity of a junkie look being the cause of her apparent inferior presence to others. She strode off in disgust into a local toilet, ready to vent her tears. 
 
 It was then that she had realized what had been taking place this whole time, staring into the mirror Laura could not see her reflection yet her hand remained visible to her eyes. In fact, Laura could still witness her entire body. The new piece of information astonishing her, she fumbled around with her body while gazing at the mirror in awe. Her feeble mind only deriving a plan to steal from the bank minutes after she had relaxed from her excitement. She made her way to the bank again and equipped herself with some heavy, blunt objects. 
 
 One by one she knocked each staff member out cold, their unconscious bodies providing some sense of security as she rummaged through all the registers. She had waited until someone had opened the vault before she knocked them out to save her the effort of figuring out herself, fitting whatever she could into her clothing. Diamond jewellery hanging loosely from her pockets as the occasional bill of 100 dollars was carried out of her presence by the wind. She made it home and called in work to immediately quit. 
 
 Laura stared at the mirror located in her bathroom, standing directly in front of it for hours and not moving. Only making a sigh of relief when her reflection had slowly faded into existence, her nose revealed first and slowly the skin coloured blob expanded among the mirror, changing in colour as it reached certain places and finally imaging Laura. She returned to her dirty couch that sustained a depression of Laura's figure lying on it. She slid into the very spot like a puzzle piece into it's corresponding neighbours, counting all the fortune she had just taken while the news of her robbery was playing on the T.V. 
 
 She turned to the bottle, slowly grabbing it and bringing it near her face for further inspection. Sitting upright and spilling the pills into her hands as she examined the rest of them. Each the same as the last bar the letter engraved, `` L'' `` T'' `` Y'' and just about every letter of the alphabet could be seen. 
 
 *Was S for stealth I wonder? * Her drug corroded mind barely able to conceive the idea. 
 
 The T.V had now shown the capturing of Laura's drug dealer, who was cuffed and dressed in grey baggy clothing. Avoiding the camera's eye as he was forced into the car. Laura did n't really care, until it dawned on her that he knew more about the drugs than she did, and that she had to get a secure supply if she wanted to rise her way to the top. She picked up the pill that read `` H''. 
 
 *I wonder what this one does? * As she ingested the pill and made her way out of the door, beginning her new journey into eternity. 
 
 
 
 

