The Pink Pill

Its deep into the night and you're outside alone, sitting on a park bench, this much is all you can see under the streetlight, everything else is covered in a hazy fog.

You don't understand why you're here and a strong feeling of drowsiness makes it hard to think. A pale man in a ridiculously pink suit walks out from the fog towards you.

He looks at you with a smile on his face silently for a moment. "Hello sir. May I introduce you to something?" His low voice slowly asks. You stare at him. He pulls out a rusted suitcase with a faint trace of pink. Where he pulled it from, you fail to see. "The case holds a... product that will make help you..." He places the case by your feet. When you raise your head from looking at the case he's nowhere to be seen. but you can hear his shoes loudly tapping against the concrete path becoming quiter and quiter.

You walk into your apartment complex, your hands griping tightly to the cold case. You place the key into the door of your new apartment and walk inside. You gently place the heavy case down by the closed front door and start looking around .

It's bare bones, it only has two rooms, a living room and a bathroom. The livingroom is almost empty, the only thing in it is a small black couch. The bathroom has the bare necessities, a shower, toilet, a sink and a mirror. It will have to do.

You remember that case you brought in. You open it. A strong smell fills your nostrils as you glance inside. There's black fur padding filling the wide suitcase, a small bright pink pill is in the centre, placed within an indented hole.

The air grows stronger with it's strawberry smell, it feels harder to think. You feel a hit of dopamine as the pill rolls down your tounge and throat leaving a deliciously sweet taste in your mouth. Why did you swallow it? The pill was probably candy you think. It was really good too.

Little do you know that the pill...