Euphoria

Be careful because she is not who she says she is.

It's night. Bottles surround you and the poignant smell of alcohol leaks from Sasha's lips. Grant and Pat arrange white powder into thin little lines.

She is a tiny blue pill. She is enticing, looking up at you from the palm of your hand. Your friends tell you to trust her. You laugh and take it, thinking you’re with your friends, so you’ll be safe.

Their dilated eyes watch you as you take her.

Is it the little blue pill you should be scared of?