It was the boy's first time smoking, a cart to be exact. He didn't know if it was laced or what, all he knew is that he was seeing things. The world seemed silent and loud at the same time, he had a headache and his eyes were burning.

In which Daniel didn't know a lot about these sort of things, he bought it without much research or knowledge about smoking and weed.

And that's how he got into his current situation.

Panting and sobbing, eyes shut tightly and knees tucked to his chest in a fetal position. His back was against the wall of his favorite spot to be alone. Daniel knew nobody would save him, nobody really liked him after all. A bead of sweat formed on Daniel's forehead.

"I don't w-wanna die.."

Daniel whispered to himself over and over, he couldn't tell what was real and what wasn't.