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This is supposed to be a story about a drugged-up teenage girl and her friends. The drugs mentioned are all real. This chapter is short because I had no idea where it was going. I actually don’t know if I’m going to continue this. Anyways, here ya go.
They gave me two more and I feel a lot better! There goes my blueberry money, though.
I’m in a park. I think. I woke up on a bench. My shirt in gone, leaving me in my fishnet undershirt and bra. My sweatshirt is underneath my cheek, pillowing my head. There’s a massive puddle of puke on the ground next to me.
I lift my body and heave myself off the wooden bench. I hurt so bad all over. I’m so sore.
I brush back the shit that passes for hair out of my eyes. I can see Eric and Amanda by one of the trees. I walk over and collapse on my knees next to Eric and shake him awake. Well, I try to, anyways. He’s out like a rock. I go over to Amanda (more hesitantly, since I don’t know her as well) and try the same thing with her. She’s out, too.
I get up and brush the dew off on the thighs of my jeans. I look at them. I need to get home, but do I leave them? Will they need help when they wake up? Are they past the puking stage (as I obviously was) or would I need to be there when they started to throw up to turn them on their stomachs?
I sat staring at them or a long time. I don’t know how long, exactly, I was still fucked up to a certain extent from last night. Finally Eric moaned, rolled over on his back, and opened his eyes. He then rolled over on his stomach immediately and threw up. A lot.
I rubbed his back and ran my fingers through his hair on the back of his head as he continued to puke until he was at dry heaves.
“You okay?” My voice sounds like gravel and my throat feels like it’s been rubbed raw with sandpaper. I don’t remember talking much last night, so I don’t know why it hurts so fucking much. But it does.
“Mm-hm. I think. Yeah, I am.” Wow, he sounds even worse than I do.
“You sure, sweetie?” I ask. “You sound and look like shit.” I leaned back on my heels and considered him. He really did look like shit. His curly blond hair was matted with dirt and leaves, his clothes were stained and ripped. There was no way he could go home looking like that. His mom would kill him. “You can’t go home looking like that. You need a shower and we need to wash your clothes.” I told him, helping him stand up, then looking over at Amanda, I nodded. “And what are we gonna do with her? I tried to wake her up, but no such fuckin’ luck.” I coughed and spit out the mucus that had accumulated, get a wince of disgust from Eric.
“Jesus Christ, Lenore, do you have to do that? It’s fuckin’ disgusting.” He wobbled over to Amanda while I sneered at him, and then shoved her roughly. “Amanda! Mandy! Wake the fuck up! We gotta go!”
“You know, that might not be the best way to wake her up…” I started to say, but she started moaning and moving around a little, opening on gray-green eye and glaring at Eric.
“Hey, douche-bag, be nicer next time, yeah?” I told him, and helped Amanda to her feet, wrapping one arm around her waist to steady her as she wobbled dangerously. I glared at Eric. He just shrugged and gave a look that said ‘well, it worked, didn’t it?’ “Honestly, you’re worse than Nikolai sometimes.” I told him as Amanda tried to start walking on her own and kinda failed.
“Whatever. Let’s just move out. It’s already seven thirty. We need to get home.” Amanda said, speaking for the first time. She steadied herself and started walking down the hill. I looked at Eric and shrugged. He laughed and started to follow her. I sighed and pulled my sweatshirt over my head and trudged down the hill. Why does this shit always happen?
Three hours later:
I stepped out of the steaming shower and looked at my arms. They still had goose bumps all over them and I could see the pattern of blood in them. In my legs as well. I remembered I had taken three Ecstasy pills last night. I think they were Louie Batons, but I couldn’t be sure. All I knew is that they had majorly fucked with my vision. And on top of the meth that I had snorted last night with Jesse and Michelle, I had gotten such bad cotton mouth that I had drunk too much water, and that’s why I puked. I remembered that much. I remembered Michelle and Jesse having to leave, because something happened, but I wasn’t sure what. All I know is that I didn’t go because Amanda and Eric had drunk too much whiskey and I had to watch them. It sucked because no one was on the same wavelength as I was, and I was baby-sitting.
I dried my hair, and put the vanilla lotion that Michelle had given me for my birthday all over me. I had smoked an entire pack of menthol cigarettes, and I smelled like it. I had managed to sneak inside the house without my mom knowing I was there, but that was hard. I had to be really quiet, and I was still feeling the E, so there was no way I could be caught.
I combed my messy hair and looked at myself in the mirror. My pupils were so large; there was almost no brown iris showing, just black pupil. I looked like an owl, I thought. I told Michelle that one night when it was just me, her, and Jesse at Jesse’s old house and she thought it was funny. My pupils were always more noticeable because I had dark brown eyes, and they had blue. Blue eyes always seem to have larger pupils. Plus, my pupils were always really small, except when I did meth or thizzed. Anyways, this is not making sense is it?
I pulled on some comfortable clothes, my black and red PJ pants and black long sleeved shirt with thumb-holes, to hide the scars on my wrists. I put anti-frizz stuff in my hair and combed it out. I gathered my smelly, soiled clothes, caked with mud and puke and sneaked out of the bathroom. My mom was at church, but I really didn’t want my little sister to see me like this. I walked into my room and shoved the clothes into the bottom of the hamper and checked my cell phone. No missed calls, no new text messages. Oh wait a minute. Fuck, yes there was. The display on my phone said “One new message!” I sighed and opened it, but a smile grew on my face when I saw it.
“Hey, you were supposed to call me, bitch! Oh well. Call me tomorrow. Hope you’re alive.” The message was from my friend Nikolai, who I have kind of a complicated relationship with. He’s one of my best friends, and I really want to go past the whole friend stage, but he’s twenty one and I’m seventeen and he won’t do anything because of that, which blows. Plus, he can have problems. He’s Edge, so he hates it when I do anything relating to drugs, which is honestly all I do, except when I’m hanging out with him. Also, when he’s in bad mood, he takes it out on me. But when he’s happy and enjoying himself, he’s the best person ever. Fuckin’ gorgeous, as well. I pressed ‘reply’ and said ‘yeah, sorry bout that. Left my phone at home last night. Call you tonite.’ I sent the message, sent one to Michelle asking what happened last night, then curled up in bed, still freezing my ass off.
I couldn’t sleep, though. There was too much meth in my system. I just lay down in bed with my eyes closed and waited to hit that state when I wasn’t awake, but I wasn’t asleep. It’s not as fun being on meth alone when you don’t have you’re friends about you, like I usually do. I closed my eyes and could see little left-over patterns from last night dancing behind my lids. There were some colored starbursts, and I could hear noises that I knew weren’t there.
After what must’ve been an hour of lying there, my cell phone rang. Moaning, I rolled over and grabbed it. Flipping it open, I held it to my ear without seeing who it was. “”lo?”
“Lenore! You okay? I just got off the phone with Eric and he said you had a really bad night!” It was Jesse, who always worried about me.
“Nah, I’m cool. Last night was a bitch, though. Why the fuck did you guys leave? I totally needed you there!”
“I’m sorry, babe! My parents found out that I snuck out with Michelle, and remember? I’m grounded for hella days. But you’re okay? You didn’t do anything bad, did you?” She sounded so worried, and I could just picture her twirling a strand of blond hair around her finger.
“Yeah, I’m cool. I was just so fucked up last night and I wish you and Chelle had been there. Things would’ve been better.”
“So what happened? Actually, wait, I need to get Chelle in here. Chelle!” Jessie yelled away from the phone. I waited until I heard the door close and Michelle ask if it was me on the phone. “Hold on for a second, babe, gotta put you on speakerphone. Okay, you’re good to go.”
“Okay. Here we go. So you know how after you guys left last night, there was still that full bottle of whiskey and those two Louie Batons that I bought for later? Yeah, well, Amanda and Eric drank the whole bottle of whiskey. No fuckin’ joke.”
“What the fuuuuck?” Michelle and Jessie said at the same time. “Are you serious? Amanda cannot hold that alcohol.”
“Yeah, but Eric can. He drank most of it. I started to trip really badly, and the meth was just making it worse, so they gave me the two extra pills, but then I ended having to baby-sit them, which was fuckin’ awful. I mean, Jesus Christ.”
“Eric does that.” Michelle said. “He doesn’t really consider the people around him and really only cares about getting so ridiculously fucked up. But honestly, I would’ve thought if you were trippin’ really hard he’d actually give a shit. You’ve known him for a really fucking long time. Why did you start to freak out, by the way?”
“Oh god. We were in the graveyard and it was just fuckin’ sketch. Amanda was throwing up, I kept thinking that the headstones were moving and I kept seeing people. A couple times cops drove through, and Eric panicked and nearly ran. I ended up losing my shirt, too. I have to go back and find that sometime.”
“I am so sorry we weren’t there! Next time we’ll bring you with us, fuck what my parents say!”
“It’s chill.” I sighed. “It did get bad enough to almost call Nikolai, though. Ugh.”
“It did? Why didn’t you call him?” Michelle asked.
“Because! You know why! He would kill me if he found out what I was on!”
“I doubt it. I think he’d be worried about you. Maybe not about Eric or Amanda, but about you. Shit. But anyways, you want us to come pick you up? We’re still twacked and I bet you are too. We also got bud.”
“Oh fuck yeah! You’ve got no idea. Well, maybe you do, but still. Come get me!” I jumped out of bed and proceeded to grab clothes randomly. “But take your time, I need to get dressed and stuff.”
“Gotcha. Be there soon, babe.”
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