[right][sub][color=dimgray][color=426f6f][b]Riley Wells[/b][/color] 
On a bad trip
FT. [color=f49ac2][b]Stran[/b][/color][b][color=7ea7d8]gers[/color][/b] & [color=c66600][b]Trevor[/b][/color] [@Silent Observer]
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[indent]For Honey Dalton, Shiloh's fairy magic seemed to be going in her favor, as the blonde was now making her way to the pool with the apple of her eye. The girl she's always wanted to talk to, but never had the courage to do so until she drank a hefty Zombie. Not all divine intervention can lead to a positive end result. Especially if LSD was given to someone who wasn't in a positive mood to begin with. Nothing was beautiful, spiritual, and god-like about this trip. 

At all.

Well at first, the water intrigued the boy. Riley Wells leaned against the railing, watching energy loom over the water as it kissed the night sky. The water danced with the most vibrant pinks and blues, which were in reality the strobe lights coming off the boat and reflecting against the liquid surface. At least, the scenic experience was like he was inside a psychedelic painting and that was unbelievably surreal. His trip started taking a turn for the worst when he could hear a [i]familiar[/i] female voice singing him a lullaby. The voice was rather ominous and ghost-like, but why did he feel like he knew who it belonged to? 

Where was it coming from? 

Hastily and on full alert, he turned around and grabbed the nearest girl's shoulders, who looked at him in surprise, [color=f49ac2][b]"Uh, hey Riley."[/b][/color] She wiggled out of his grip. Her dress read fuck me, which was rather distasteful to see, but he had to get to the bottom of this. The bottom to finding the voice. The haunting voice that filled him with nostalgia. 

[color=426f6f][b]"Do you hear that?"[/b][/color] He looked from side to side. His paranoia building, as the song continued to go on, and on, and on. Why was this voice making him so uncomfortable? 

[color=f49ac2][b]"Hear what?"[/b][/color] The girl gestured for her friends to come to her, so they can all watch the spectacle that was the morning host freaking out and hearing things. Teenagers were stupid like that. They liked watching animals that they felt were below them. An animal in this fucked up kingdom that was Beverly Hills High  showing obvious signs of distress and all they did? They laughed. 

They fucking laughed.    

[color=426f6f][b]"The pretty voice! The singing!"[/b][/color] His face whitened as the flickering lights started to not be as mesmerizing as they were moments ago. The shadows throughout their general area were like monsters he saw when he was a little boy when the night was not the time of day he was fond of. The lights blinded him, like the blaring sirens of an ambulance, signaling people should panic because their worst fears were coming true. Fear he could not reverse. 

Why did she call her friends? His widened eyes carefully watched her every move, as if he was waiting for her to tell him where the voice was coming from, as if he was trying his best to not panic. To not freak out. This voice. This voice was getting louder. 

Stop. 

Stop it. 

He hoped they could hear what he was hearing. Right? He couldn't be the only one hearing this person singing some child to sleep. It was like it was on the intercom! If they couldn't hear it, they were seriously toying with him. They HAD to hear it. His heart was beating so hard, it felt like it wanted to rip out of his chest. If Riley knew he was on acid, he would try to convince himself that this was just a trip, but he had no idea that he was drugged. 

[color=f49ac2][b]"Are you talking about the music coming from the dance floor? I'm pretty sure this is some edm shit. There's no girl singing."[/b] [/color]She looked up at the guy that went next to her and put his arm possessively around her. The girl giggly whispered, [color=f49ac2][b]"He's totally trippin', babe."[/b] [/color]  In time, four other people joined them, this other boy in particular taking the other side of her, checking her ass, before bringing his attention to Riley. 

Hell was raising inside of Riley. His skin was crawling with how loud this song was getting. Trippin'? He wasn't fucking trippin! She was just being a dumbfuck. And the dumbfuck's voice was like nails going down a chalkboard and he [i]hated[/i] hearing it. [color=426f6f][b]"No, it's a lullaby, dude."[/b][/color] 

Taking her phone out, she pointed it in Riley's direction and cooed, [color=f49ac2][b]"Why don't you sing it?"[/b] [/color] Was she being for real? This wasn't a joke! This was serious. He was being serious. His eyes met with the phone's lens and looked into it, like he was staring into an endless void, until he scoffed at the item. 

This bitch. 

Riley ripped her phone out of her hand and tossed it in the sea, only to be rewarded by her boyfriend grabbing him by the collar. [b][color=7ea7d8]"Did you just fucking do that? You know you're going to get her a new one, you little shit!"[/color][/b]

[color=426f6f][b]"Ohhh, she's a fucking keeper. Because recording someone who is asking a question makes perfect sense! I hope she makes you super fucking happy when she's sleeping around behind your back!"[/b][/color] 

[color=f49ac2][b]"That's a huge accusation. You don't even know me, Riley!"[/b][/color] The boyfriend's face did drop at the sarcasm spilling out of Riley's mouth. The morning host's trip may be fucking bad, but his senses were heightened and there were signs. Signs of trust issues. Signs of lies. Signs of SEX. 

[color=426f6f][b]"I know enough. Now put me down or I'll set the Elite on your asses."[/b][/color] Boom motha' fucker. He had his brother as his shield even when his brother wasn't around. The boyfriend couldn't argue with that threat. He didn't want beef with Damian or Trevor or any of the Elite for that matter. That was social suicide waiting to happen. Dropping Riley on the ground rather ungracefully, the boyfriend turned around and tugged his girl with him, [b][color=7ea7d8]"Let's go."[/color][/b] 

[color=f49ac2][b]"You're going to let him come at me like that?"[/b][/color] She snapped her wrist out of his hand. No one was sober on this boat. 

[b][color=7ea7d8]"Yes. Now, move."[/color] [/b]

Not really caring to watch the rest of this scene unfold, Riley picked himself up and entered the party, on the inside. Trying to follow the voice, which was unreasonably hard because it felt like it was coming from every direction, Riley pushed his way through the crowd and asked around, getting dismissive reactions almost immediately.

He dived into the dining area when the fireworks went off, thinking it was a bomb or some shit. His life almost ending by a heart attack. Military-crawling on the floor, he took out his phone, focusing his mind on making the loud banging noise stop — thinking, honestly, he might be creating that noise too. 

Oh god. 

Looking at his phone hurt his eyes. Could he even work it properly? 

The last thing that was open was some kid's Instagram who made model kits. As he made his way to a corner, he tried to keep his mind off the voice by liking everything on this kid's page. 

[i]Like. Like. Like.[/i] 

Was it making him feel better? Not really. By the time he reached the corner, where no one was, he was sweating. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the wall, but this only caused his days at school to flash in his mind. The confrontation between Brian and Brynn. His brother getting in a fight on the field with Jacob. Seeing Damian and Henry's moms storm in the school and make his morning show a lot bigger than it already was. Getting in between Jamie and Marshall’s romance. His building jealousy over Savannah who wasn't even threatening him or anything, she just wanted to be with Trevor. His pops checking on him, trying to get him to talk. His dad always curious about his day. Shit hitting the fan because of the Owen situation. Because of Hailey. 

High school sucking. 

He needed to say things, before this pulled him in a pit that he couldn't escape. He needed to stop bottling things up. He needed to talk. There was so much going on in his mind, even going back to when he lost his biological parents. His mother. The accident. 

Opening his eyes, with a sudden resolution, it was the New Year after all, Riley, with shaky hands, held his phone like he was going to take a selfie, and pressed record 'live' Instagram video. [color=426f6f][b]"You know what I hate?[/b][/color] He started his monologue off, staring away from the lens. For the time being, he was going insane, and in the moment, this felt like the best way to release his madness. 

To make the voice stop. 

[color=426f6f][b]"I hate how fake you all are. I hate how you look forward to the next scandal, the next heartbreak, the next shitshow, the next Weekend Warrior to accuse a boy of date raping an autistic girl, I hate how [i]stupid[/i] you all pretend to be."[/b][/color]

Clenching his teeth, he turned to stare at the lens, stare at whoever was watching. 

[color=426f6f][b]"You know what makes this all the more fucked up? Some of you pretend to be immortal. Untouchable. Like it's okay to meddle in someone's love life and cause a teen to become suicidal because she's still learning how to handle her damage. I'm not fucking dumb and I know most of you act stupid, but you all should know better. It's not rocket science to see how petty you all are! How gullible you [i]choose[/i] to be. How much you eat up at the drama because you live for it. Maybe it's a reminder you're alive? Maybe it's a reminder that other people have it worse than you? 

Does that really get you off? That your life isn't as shitty as the student standing next to you, but still pretty fucking shitty. 

Reality check, fuckers, we all got issues. You aren't special. So don't think you are. 

Owen and Trixie still love each other, even if he fucked up or we think he fucked up because that's what we were told. The Owen situation wouldn't have gotten that heated if there weren't feelings involved. But then again, it's none of our fucking business. Let them figure out their shit, why does your opinion matter when you're not the one fucking them? That just makes you deserve to go to hell just as much as the person that lies. And no, I'm not talking about Owen. I'm talking about you.

You all lie and pretend. 

You all turn a blind eye to this fucked up system.

I don't really fucking care if you have money or not. If you have a bodyguard with you, wherever you go, because you can't fight your own battles. Or if you hate the general population because they flaunt their money in your face when you don't got any. 

You're all really shitty people. 

No wonder I've been keeping to myself that I'm gay because even if my community has made huge progression, there's still you close minded shitheads that can't adapt, that still gay bash, that still tear someone apart, that still shove their beliefs down others' throats, that still make kids want to kill themselves. 

Do you not see what you're doing? 

Get with the times. Stop HATING.  

And no, I'm not gay because I have two dads. I'm gay because honestly the worst kind of drama comes out of you crazy bitches that have princess complexes and don't like when another girl is getting more attention than you.

No, that isn't it either. I'm just gay. 

But real talk. You women need to seriously learn to lift each other up, not bring each other down. It's 2043 and you're all still concerned about outshining each other or worse, putting 'men' in their place. Grow the fuck up and do realize your value isn't your parents' paycheck or last name. Your value is judged on how you act and treat those around you.

High school could be a little less shitty if you all actually tried to enjoy yourself and not let your misery ruin everyone else's day. 

No one deserves this shit."[/b][/color] His tangent came to a sudden stop. 

There was a brief silence before he leaned in and looked at the lens with dead eyes. [color=426f6f][b]"I hope you're happy."[/b][/color] With that, his live stream ended and what he didn't know was someone had already saved the recording and was going to make his video go viral on all social media platforms. Dropping to the ground, resting his head on the floor, Riley closed his eyes and waited for these bad feelings to stop. 

Where was he? Trevor was looking everywhere high and low for his brother, and he could not find him. Although they did not arrive together, as was usual for the brothers when they attended get togethers such as this, Trevor was sure that his brother was here. The fact that he couldn’t find him anywhere concerned him, especially with how strange Rye had been acting lately. In his search, Trev passed by a pissed off looking dude that said Riley was a ‘real piece of work’ and that he’d thrown his girlfriend’s phone overboard. 

[color=c66600][b]“Really? That doesn’t sound like him. I’m sorry, bro, text me and we’ll make sure she gets a new one. Do you know where he is now, by any chance?”[/b][/color] Trevor asked the kid, and he replied by angrily pointing in a direction. [color=c66600][b]“Thanks, dude. Sorry again, I’ll fix that sitch.”[/b][/color] Trev said and waved at the couple before heading in the indicated direction. Eventually, he found Riley… in a room, alone, on the ground… crying? Trevor slowly approached his brother, who at that moment looked very much like the sad boy from so many years ago in Colorado, and he spoke in the most gentle tone he could muster. [color=c66600][b]“Rye? …what’s going on, Rye?”[/b][/color] he asked, kneeling by his brother’s side, but not touching him. He knew his brother better than to touch him when he was like this.

[color=426f6f][b]"She won’t fucking shut up. I think I’m going crazy. All I know is my night went downhill after these two girls tried to cheer me up. I feel sick to my stomach and I think I just did something stupid. Like really fucking stupid. I just want to bury myself alive. I’m going to die alone. You’re going to disappear and it’s just going to me, by myself. Forever.”[/b][/color] Yeah, Riley needed to go home. He was done for the night. Not until this day did he touch drugs. All for a good reason. He was too moody to have [i]good[/i] highs. 

[color=c66600][b]“Whoa…”[/b][/color] Trevor responded quietly and tried to be as comforting as possible. He sat down next to Riley and looked over at his brother, his light brown eyes wide with concern. [color=c66600][b]“Who won’t shut up? Hey, hey, it’s okay. Please don’t bury yourself alive, I love you. Tell me what happened, Rye. I’ll fix it if I can… and I don’t plan on disappearing any time soon, I’m right here. Okay? What’s going on?”[/b][/color]

How could he tell his brother he was a schizophrenic? This shit was freaking him out. Summing up his night would be such a bitch, but his brother deserved to hear something. [i]Take deep breaths, Riley[/i]. Sitting up, leaning his head back on the wall, hugging his knees, his eyes dilated, which could be the best hint for Trevor to know his brother was on drugs, Riley tried his best to recount his night, 
[color=426f6f][b]“I wasn’t really doing much, just being a wallflower, like I do. And these neon fairies come in. One asks me if I like cats and I’m like, I’m more of a dog person, but she was like whatever and gave me a cat. A cat candy. Not like an actual cat. I go outside and for a second I think my day is getting better, but then I hear this voice and I still hear this voice. She’s singing. It’s very spooky but calm. All at the same time. [i]‘Hush now, my story. Close your eyes and sleep. Waltzing the waves, diving the deep. Stars are shining bright. The wind is on the rise. Whispering words of long lost lullabies…’[/i]”[/b][/color] There was more lyrics to the lullaby but as he actually spoke the words, tears started running down his face. Why was he crying?  [color=426f6f][b]“I asked around. If they can hear her. But then this girl started recording me and mocking me. And all her friends were looking at me like I’m crazy. I’m not crazy! Maybe I am crazy. But... I grabbed her phone, fucking chucked it because that’s what the bitch deserved, and found myself in here. And then, oh my god, and then…”[/b][/color] He buried his head into his legs, realizing he just committed social suicide. 

Taking out his phone, he slid it toward his brother. [color=426f6f][b]"There should be a video saved in my camera roll…”[/b][/color] 

Those worried honey brown eyes continued to study Riley’s face. Trevor stayed quiet as Rye recounted the events that took place to lead him to this room. Neon fairies? Cat candy? At first, it didn’t make any sense, but then it did. Pops told them to be careful with party drugs, and what they could do to people like them… people with dark pasts and hidden issues. Obviously there was more wrong with Rye than Trevor had thought if he was willing to dabble in them, and he officially felt like the worst brother in the world for not noticing or doing something about it sooner. This… this broke his heart. [color=c66600][b]“Rye, listen to me. You aren’t crazy, I think you’re high, that’s all. The cat candy? It was probably acid or e or something.”[/b][/color] Trevor didn’t comment on the phone situation, but at least now he knew what happened that made Rye throw some girl’s cell phone in the ocean. He’d still keep his word on replacing that for her, even if she was being rude by recording Rye, Trev had to run to the store the next morning to replace his own phone anyway. [color=c66600][b]“What do you mean, what video?”[/b][/color] Trevor picked up Rye’s phone off of the ground and opened the photo app. He looked from the phone, to his brother, and back to the phone again before finding the video and clicking play.

Riley just wanted to get off the boat. He didn’t say anything more and let the video speak for itself. 
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