lets see who gets the last laugh

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To say that Kanon Maldini was annoyed would have been an understatement. Due to recent events, he was beyond such feelings. The young man was downright pissed off. He thought that he made it quite clear about how he felt when it came to Schneizel and flirting with the girls around the school. Kanon didn't care if Schneizel was friends with them. He didn't mind that part at all. What aggravated him was when he flirted with them. In class, in the halls, and everywhere else. Yet if Kanon even dared turning the tables and attempted to do the same thing, he'd get into more than just fair share of trouble.

"What a bunch of bullshit." He murmured to himself as he walked down the hall in the direction of the dorm. He stopped when his eyes caught sight of a flyer that was hanging on the bulletin board. The piece of paper had details about a keg party and instead of going back to the dorm where Schneizel was probably waiting for him, he stopped at a friend's room and asked to borrow a set of clothes so he wouldn't have to bother with returning to his dorm room.

He was given a pair of black vinyl pants and a fitted crimson colored t-shirt. The outfit was incredibly questionable and it looked obvious that he was going somewhere that wasn't on campus. He slipped his shoes back on, left the campus grounds, and went straight to the party. Not only did he make friends there, but he was actually having a pretty good time and behaving himself. Minus the part of getting completely wasted.

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If he could have said something, he would have. The inside of his throat felt as though he hadn't had any water in days. To take Ecstasy alone was one thing. That within itself caused dehydration during the comedown stages. But when mixed with alcohol, it was five times worse because it also worked as a dehydration agent.

"I-I..!" He couldn't manage to get any words out at all. It hurt far too much to speak. He felt nothing but pain throughout his entire body. The veins in his hands, arms, and lets felt as though someone gauging each one of them open with some kind of tool that had been tainted with acid. A burning sensation. All thanks to the acute loss of blood. If anyone were to look at his wrists, they could visibly see the veins in both that were a light blue color and constricting.

Usually people who came down from ecstasy did their best to avoid being under any kind of stress because being under such could have an absolutely disastrous reaction. The neurotransmitters in the brain, serotonin, and dopamine levels could all become obstructed. Thus ultimately sending the victim into a state of shock where hospitalization was direly necessary or there was a high risk of death.

Kanon's vision became impaired. He began to see visual hallucinations that were in the forms of blurry dots as he made his best attempt to try and calm himself down. It was no use. When he tried to speak again, his breath was caught in his throat and he began wheezing. It was apparent that he wasn't getting enough oxygen at all. He arched his back and gripped at the damn sheets violently, nearly shredding them..

His eyes rolled back and he finally fell unconscious. Succumbing to the darkness that seemed to envelope him like a blanket being pulled over.