Nadia's Point Of View
The door clicked shut behind me, the sound reverberating through the empty room like a death knell tolling for my sanity. I stumbled forward, my heels snagging on the thick carpet, my body already betraying me in ways I couldn't control. The drug moved through my system like a living entity, coiling through my veins with serpentine precision, turning my skin to fire and my thoughts to ash.
I pressed my palms against the cool wood of the door, struggling to draw breath in short, sharp gasps that burned my lungs. My forehead rested against the grain, and I could feel sweat beginning to bead along my hairline, each droplet a testament to my unraveling composure.
What the fuck did I do?
