Poison

I never knew what a poison felt like. Was it like a spider bite? Or maybe a venomous snake, slinking around in the tall grass, ready to strike with its deadly fangs?

I never realized that the poison I would fear of so much, would simply walk away from me.

Did all poisons work like that? Was it my poison’s ‘thing’?

I can’t say I regret my poison. Your first is never something you should regret – in any way. But, why did I have to fall in love with it?

Looking back now, I barely see the girl I used to be. Jolene Anderson; Catholic (and I mean no-sex-before-marriage Catholic), quiet, defenseless, bookish and a hopeless romantic. As a shy and timid seventeen-year-old, I never was able to wrap my head around the whole ‘dating’ ritual that most teenagers put themselves through. I had my mother, my step-father (I never knew he was actually my step-father – we’ll get to that, though) and a few friends. I wasn’t supposed to have an addiction to poison. I wasn’t supposed to fall in love.

Now, I can’t believe this is me. No longer do I take my step-father’s surname, changing it back to its original name. I am now known as Jolene Scott, the tattooed, skinny jean-wearing, motorcycle riding eighteen-year-old with a strong personality. I’m no longer bookish or a hopeless romantic (okay, so I indulge in a romance novel from time to time), but a stronger person. I stay clear of those romantic situations still.

Sometimes I ask myself why I do that. Is it because I only want one poison? Or is it because I’m scared of having another?

I don’t have the same friend anymore – they all left me after the tattoo. The friends I have now surprise me a little. I’d never have been caught dead with them before, for fear of my step-father. I’m not worried about them now; they mean too much to me for me to leave them.

However, I sometimes miss the old me. The timid one (I still have my moments), with the sweet and shy smile. Am I still that girl? Or did that poison take over what was left of her? She’s so far away, I sometimes miss her. Is she still there?

That was one of the reasons the poison was so attracted to me. I was innocent; he wasn’t. Am I still an innocent? Does he still hate himself for corrupting me?

I never thought I could change. But I know what did change me.

Seven months ago, I met the deadliest poison of them all.

James Black. And, God, I loved it.

A/N Well, since Untouched is coming to a close, I thought I'd start this one up, just like I did with Untouched and Cut The Curtains. This one will be rated M for mature themes - including -- but not limited to -- sexual situations, drug and alchohl use, and A LOT of swearing. It'll be a little different from my other stories, because it will be a drama, instead of a humor story. There will be funny parts, but it will mostly be dry and sarcastic. Like the authoress.

On that note, this is just a short bit about the story. The next chapter will be up soon, and you get to actually meet my lovely James and Jolene (you can find their pictures on my profile).

Luv's and new-chapters-for-all-stories,

Jilli