This is a story for a new monthly contest. Just currently looking for advice to improve it. I also have some ideas but at least if I put it down here, I'll know it's done and have something to show.

Eye-work.

I sat in the chair with my eyes closed thinking. I bet most people on the other side of my eyelids think I'm seeing the doctor about some anti-psychotics or some anger management. My right shin resting on my left thigh, my fingers crossing over and resting on my crotch with my fore-arms reaching up my stomach and my head tilted down. I could hear the walking of steps down the mostly empty hospital corridor as nurses and patients banter alike about how their treatment's going, how they're going to see their grandchildren or some holiday plans. God, I'm surrounded by people double my fucking age looking like an angst idiot with my eyes clothes as though deep in meditation so I don't throw up.

Roughly four days ago, I was at home with a few friends. About every so often we'd hang out. We'd sometimes have some weed and kick back. However, this time, Jamie brought something extra. He told me earlier over the phone he was bringing "Wow" over. Confused after, I put the word in a search engine and got World Of Warcraft up. "What the fuck is that retard doing bringing that nerd shit here?" was the first thing I could think of. Jamie was always the outsider of the group who would turn up every so often and had another group of friends we disapproved of. Although we got into the philosophy of "don't ask and I wouldn't tell you any lies" about him. Not to mention, we really didn't want to know what he got up to with those crowds.

First my friends Jay and Rick turned up and we had a beer or two talking about how the spurs frashed the fuck out of villa two zero. Just as I had gotten up to get some more beers while the commercials for Sky Sports was on, the front door bell went off. I went to the door, unlocked it and opened it to find Jamie there. He stood there with short blonde hair, rimless glasses, acne and that pathetic sour look he always had. He was wearing his Chelsea football shirt and jeans. "Awrite mate?" he said while stepping into the house. "Ah nothing much Jamie, yourself?". "Eh, bit of a pain gettin' ova here, fuckin' shitty traffic".

He walked into the lounge while I went to the kitchen and yelled "want a beer?". "Naw mate, although if you could get me a glass of water it'd be brill mate". So I grabbed a few beers, decapped them and poured a glass of water using one of the smaller glasses. He wasn't worth the small price of getting him a bigger glass. At the time I hoped the water filter had packed in so his water tasted especially worse. Then I figured, as I walked back to the living room carrying the beer and water, if the filter packed in would I taste the difference? I don't drink water on it's own and only use it for cleaning, tea, coffee and squash as far as I could remember off the top of my head.

I get back to the living room to see Jamie waving about a see-through small plastic bag. However, instead of weed as usual, it had some white squares. I gave him his water which he replied "thanks mate" and handed Jay and Rick their drinks. I took a swig of beer as I sat down on the sofa next to Jay. "So what's Jamie showing around?" I asked as I took a swig of beer "what's this he's got here for show and tell ?".

Jamie then smiled at me "this mate, is LSD. I managed to grab a few real cheap and figured I'd bring along some". Now, I've heard all sorts about LSD. From the positive of it being enjoyable and mind-expanding to the negative about how it leads to people going down a seedy road and people can do very stupid things while hallucinating. Using what knowledge I had, I was happy to do it on the condition someone watched to make sure we didn't do anything stupid. So we planned it out. Rick was very cautious about taking LSD, frighten stiff, so he was happy getting drunk and watching me, Jay and Jamie take LSD making sure we don't do something stupid (obviously taking less care of Jamie, it was an unspoken idea).

So we each placed a piece on our tongues and waited for the effects. Me, Jay and Jamie were laying on the floor staring up at the ceiling while Rick was on the sofa on his third beer already. It felt like forever until something occurred. Jay begun humming. It started off as soft like something you could easily contribute to something outside the room, but it begun rising like someone was turning the knob on an old radio or TV unit. Soon, it was creepy like a ghost had entered the room to toy with drunk or stoned individuals and others to dismiss as paranoia.

Jamie was the next one to move, he stood up suddenly and walked out the room giggling while Jay was talking to himself sat up from his laying position. I was about to consult Jamie about the LSD being faulty when it suddenly hit me; violently, yet so small. It begun as everything deteriorated into absurdity. The rest, I know it generally but for some reason could not put the vague ideas into words. All that could be said is we ended up all okay, no-one was harmed physically as far as were aware. It was afterwards, a day after during breakfast, I felt something strange yet familiar. The furniture begun to change and mutate into something that felt familiar at the time but I could not remember where from (although my gut feeling said it could only possibly be from the LSD trip). What was my plate began to rise up in size while my slice of toast got thinner and thinner. The television I was watching began to distort it's self into a weird impossible triangular shape while the voices became increasingly muffled. What I was seeing and hearing gave me a headache and made me feel nauseous to the point of throwing up what looked like black tar onto the purple worn carpet.

This had lasted for the past few days. I called in ill for work due to the hallucinations and ended up arranging a doctor's appointment about a day ago. As though a stroke of bad luck, soon after I put the phone down after the call, I passed out. However, Jay came around to see if I was okay and noticed me in my boxers and shirt face down in a puddle of vomit. So I ended up in hospital. I explained what happened after they stabilised me , forwarded me onto an expert; and now here I am. Due to my stability, they told me to wait outside his office until I was called. They gave me meds but the hallucinations still gave me a slight headache and made me feel a little ill still to see the world before me twist and rot into a world unreal.

I finally got in and saw the doctor, I bet he thought I looked like a right dick. I had to borrow Jay's old shorts he never wears and a pair of trainers he also never uses. White shirt with vomit on it, bright green shorts and a disgusting yellow pair of trainers, what a fashion statement I'm making. He explained I'd have to deal with this for the rest of my life or at least until there's a cure; and it was a very rare disorder caused by psychedelics and possible genetic crap. The doctor said it was called HPPD or HTPD or something like that. The only thing out currently was pills and therapy which I had to deal with both, the pills on a six-hour-basis to lower the intensity of the hallucinations and therapy hour a week so I don't feel as sick.

Fucking Jamie and his fucking drugs. When I get back, I'm going to remove his teeth with my fist for destroying my life, the cunt.

Edit: This is the final version.