"This will decrease the stress," she said, offering him a large black pill.
"What is it?" he asked, reluctantly taking it off her and examining it. It was huge, surely too big for him to swallow. And it didn't have any markings on it.
And it was almost too black.
So dark that it seemed to steal the light from around it, sucking it into itself.
"It's new," she said. "But it's effective... and safe."
He turned it over in his hand and could feel a tingling in his fingers as they touched the pill.
"It's strange," he said. "Not like any medication I've seen before. Where did you get it?" He pulled his eyes from the pill (it was a struggle to do so, almost as if the pill had latched on to his eyeballs, but he managed it) and stared at his sister. In his head he thought; please don't say, "The Internet".
"The internet," Becky said. She put her hand up before he could speak. "Don't start. I know what you're going to say!"
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Black-pilled!