Alice fell back in the grass, and pulled out a small bag of marijuana and a rolling paper.

I deserve this...

She layed an even row in the paper and folded it. She licked the end, pressed it together and rolled the ends. It looked rough, but it was still going to get her high.

With this... peace shall I find. Finally...

She lit it and took a hit. She exhaled slowly. "Where did I go wrong, eh?" Just where...

"You know, the drugs only make it worse later. You can't escape." Rhythm stepped out to show herself for once. "We're all like that, trapped here. But there's no doorway out, just further and further in."
She moved closer and sat near to her.
"You can't escape everything. They won't let you. But sometimes it helps if you just sit back and speak. Talk about it. Not even to a person. You can tell the sky, or even tell yourself. Because most of the time you don't know."

"As much as I love to open up to people... I like to repress and suffocate these feelings. This helps with the latter..." Alice looked at her, no joy in her eyes.

"I'm Alice." She extended her arm.

"Rhythm." She took her hand. "I'm pleased to meet you. I don't tell people things, I don't tell the sky. I don't even tell myself. And I know now that I should regret it."

Alice blinked. "I get it... but I don't... Besides, I can't open up... too much fear..."

"There's always that. If you open up certain memories and things, the darkness comes out. That's what I'm afraid of," Rhythm said. "And don't worry. Most people are at least slightly confused by the things I say."

"You do realize being high doesn't help... right?" Alice yawned.

"Of course it doesn't," Rhythm said. She moved her hair back from her eyes. "It tends to stop you from seeing things clearly."