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I stared down at the piercing needle within my arm. I never thought I would be into this kind of thing, The drugs you know? I pulled out the needle from my irritated arm after injecting heroine into it. I glanced over at Heather, seeing her face as I injected drugs was priceless. I laughed lightly.
“Michael..” She started to say. “What, haven’t seen drug use before?” I looked back down at the mark that the needle had left on my skin. Heather got up and sat next to me as I traced my finger around the blemish looking mark. I started to get up, setting the needle down on the nightstand next to the bed. Heather looked at me with a skeptical look.
“What do you think you’re doing?” I felt a flash of anger within me. “Why does it matter?” Her face became blank. I stomped out of the room leaving her there as I stepped through the door. “You can just ******** off.” I commented as I did so. I walked up the stairs to the living room where my mother was, watching re-runs of The price is right. Mom was always the type of person to say “I don’t care” whenever I asked to do something. She was never a bad mother, just the careless one. She took good care of her kids, doing everything she could to provide for them. I looked over at her as she was laying on the couch with her can of coca-cola and pack of Marlboro mediums. I sat next to her feet on the couch.
“Can I bum a smoke off of you?” I glanced at the cigarettes eagerly. She looked at me, “They’re right there.” she went back to watching some guy spinning the wheel to get a chance of winning it big. I took one gratefully and walked out of the room. I stepped outside lighting the cigarette as I did, inhaling the carbon monoxide into my lungs. I didn’t care, we’re all going to die on this damned earth anyway. I looked behind me as I saw Heather follow me out the door. “Can I have some of that?” she stared at the cigarette in between my fingers as I took another drag of it. I passed it to her, barely smoking half of it, I went inside to avoid her. I walked past Mom and headed to the kitchen, my mind raced, I felt the need to stomach something.
“There’s leftovers in the fridge!” My mom shouted from the other room. I swung open the fridge door to some spaghetti in a zip-lock container. I reached for it but whacked my forehead against the freezer door. “Son of a b***h!” I reached up and touched my forehead lightly. I bent down again and grabbed the leftovers and slammed the fridge door behind me as I set it on the kitchen counter. I grabbed a bowl from the cup-board. “Michael can you get me a glass of ice please?” Mom shouted again from the other room.
“Yeah whatever..” I grabbed a glass from the same cup-board then opened the freezer door. Our family always bought those cheap bags of ice at the Gas-station because the water in our house always turned a good rusty color. I filled my mom’s glass with ice and slammed the freezer door. Why was I so pissed off today? I stepped into the living room and handed my mom the ice.
“Mike, can you do this?” she handed me the can of coke. My mom could never open a can of pop by herself in years. Seeing her swollen hands from the years of under the table work made me sympathize her. “Sure mom,” I easily pulled the metal on the can and opened it. “Thank you sweetie,” she poured her coke in the glass of ice I gave her. “..Yep” I walked away. Heather shut the door behind her after smoking the last of the cigarette.
“Sorry, I didn’t know.” she shrugged her shoulders. I ignored her and walked back into the kitchen. I felt dizzy, seemed like the drugs finally kicked in, or maybe they did before but I didn’t feel it. I popped off the top to the zip-lock container full of last nights spaghetti, there were plenty of leftovers there, I just didn’t eat last night so of course there was plenty.
“Are you going to eat all of that?” Heather glanced at me as I started to pile the leftovers in my bowl. “Uh, what’s it look like?” I rolled my eyes. Who cares if I was an a*****e to her today, she deserved it after leaving me alone yesterday to hang out with some dude.
“Whatever,” Heather sat in a chair in the dining room watching me carefully. I put the tuber ware in the sink and put the bowl of Spaghetti in the microwave. One minute should be enough. My fingers trembled as I pressed the automatic one minute button. I felt as if I was going to collapse. I quickly pulled out a chair from the dining table and sat down. I breathed heavily as a laid my head on my folded arms. Heather looked at me funny,
“Again?” she looked away. I looked back up at her “Yeah, again.” I stood up again, I felt like I was falling to hell already. I heard the beep of the microwave and walked towards it but staggered back and fell against the counter. “Holy s**t.” I said. Heather got up and kneeled next to me.
“I told you not to.” I glared at her and shoved myself away. “Forget the food.” I just wanted to sit down so I sat back in the chair I had before. Heather grabbed the food from the microwave and stuck a fork in it. “We still up for tonight?” She avoided my bloodshot eyes.
“Yeah, call up Jesse to see if he still wants to bring the stuff” Heather walked into the other room leaving me there with the dizziness that took over my body. Feeling this way wasn’t exactly what I had in mind but it was good enough. I felt like I was on the rollercoaster to hell or something, my stomach felt like it was being slashed from the inside out. I looked up at the clock and realized it was only ten after six.
“Jesus Christ…” I could have sworn it was only two a few minutes ago. Time flies when you’re high. Heather came back in with a dazzled look on her normally blank face. “Jesse said he would bring the stuff when we meet him outside of the place.” she chirped. I groaned, feeling another swarm of dizziness flashed through my body. “Alright…hey what’s with the excitement all the sudden?” I asked quietly, trying not to cause any more trouble with my body. “I don’t know…?” She grinned happily. I always wondered what was up with her. I could understand being Bipolar does some crazy s**t to you but I never understood it with her. Happy, prissy then even as giddy as she was right now.
“Okay, can you grab the backpack and maybe a few soda’s to put it in there?” I glanced at the clock again then stood up. “Alright, then you go get the “OK” from your mom” Heather took off down the stairs towards my room. My eyes followed her down. I calmly walked into the living room again where mom was and sat down on the chair. She looked over at me strangely, “You okay?” she was concerned. “Uh, yeah why?” I tried to hide it as best as I could.
“You kind of looked sick walking in here.” she sat up. “Nah, I’m okay, I just ate something nasty.” Her eyebrow raised. “Alrighty then.” There was a minute of silence between me and her. I knew she knew what I was doing but I continued to deny every part of it. It kind of amazed me actually. “Hey mom? Remember that I told you I was going to Heather’s house to spend the night right?” She lit up a cigarette. “Yeah why?” I smiled a little “Okay good because I’m leaving shortly.” She handed me a cigarette.
“Alright as long as it’s okay with her mom and you come home at a decent hour tomorrow then it’s fine with me.” She laid back down on the couch. “Okay, thanks” I took her lighter off of the coffee table and lit up my cigarette. I went to get up and almost fell over. My mom gave me a worried look. “What is wrong Michael?” She sounded serious.
“It’s nothing, I promise Ma” I walked out of the room leaving my poor mother with a dazed and confused kind of look on her face. I stumbled into the kitchen where Heather sat. “What did she say?” she asked. “It’s all good, let’s just...get out of here.” I pleaded slightly and went towards the front door taking a drag of a cigarette as I did. Heather obediently followed me out the door with the backpack slung over her frail looking shoulders.
“Let me have that,” I offered. Heather glared at me. “I can do things myself!” she growled. “Holy s**t, calm the ******** down!” I glared back at her. “At least I offered.” I watched my feet as we walked calmly down the street. Funny, it looked like we were going to rob a bank. I guess the neighbors figured that kids like us would be up for that kind of thing anyway. It was summer and it didn’t get dark for another two or three hours. We were supposed to meet Jesse to go downtown for another party. It was the second one this week, and I heard this one was supposed to be great. Heather was quiet as she walked with me up the hill towards the stoplight. I finished up my cigarette, realizing I didn’t share with Heather.
“You have bus fare right?” she asked finally. “Yeah, that and an extra forty.” I said. I still felt the dizziness surging through my body but it started to ware off anyway. My phone vibrated in my pocket suddenly. “Hold on Heather.” I stopped and took it out of my pocket. “Jesse.” I said as I began to answer it. “What’s up bro?” I said into the phone. “Nothing much man, are you guys on your way?” He said into my ear. “Yeah, yeah, we got the stuff in the bag too.” Heather glanced at me and gave me a mind blowing type of look.
“Alright good, meet me outside of the building then we’ll have a hell of a fun time there.” I smiled at what he said. “Good good, Okay I’ll see you then, about a half hour.” I started to walk again toward the crosswalk. “Okay, see you then.” He hung up. “What the hell are you thinking!” Heather shouted. I gave her a skeptical look. “What?” “You weren’t supposed to tell him about that!” She growled. I pressed the button to cross the street. “So what?” Heather stared at me, biting her lip to stop her from saying any more but then busted into anger again.
“Are you kidding? That stuff in that bag was supposed to be for us only.” I glanced at her upsetting face. “So what, he’s going to help us anyway.” I crossed the street as Heather continued to rant about how I promised that I wouldn’t share “our” alcohol with anyone. Who did she think she was? My boss or something? I couldn’t believe it. I swear to god she is crazy. I looked away as a pedestrian walked past me and my crazy girlfriend.
“I swear to god I don’t know this chick!” I shouted at the staring man. She pulled me back. “I dare you to say that again.” she glared at me. “What are you going to do?” I blew her off. Who cares, seriously? I didn’t understand what made her so damn mad. I felt a blow to my face that made me fall backwards. I looked up to see her storming off toward the bus stop with the backpack in front of me. I was pissed. “What the hell was that for!” I shouted after her only to see her giving me the finger as a reply. I furiously picked up the back and stormed off after her.
 Swaglord420 · Wed Jul 15, 2009 @ 01:44am · 0 Comments |
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