I stood there, motionless, as I watched my best friend rush into the bathroom and find my body passed out on the floor.

He walked all over the pills and syringes surrounding my limp body. Withnessed the blood and vomit all over the toilet bowl.

He furiously tapped on his phone screen and called the ambulance for the nth time already, I've lost count.

I smiled bitterly. Am I leaving my shell this time?

I felt a sudden pain on my arm. As if a needle was pierced through my vein.

And all of a sudden, I'm greeted by the familiar nauseating feeling before being sucked right back to my body.

Well, not this time, I guess.