1992
All my life seems to bring me lately is de ja vu that makes me tremble with hardship. According to Erin, my mother has gotten herself yet another boyfriend, and I don't have high hopes about his character.
However, my opnion won't mean jackshit to the courts. Erin would need to provide a detailed testimoney reeking with negatvity in order to make anything happen. Quite honestly, it wouldn't be a stretch to assume I'd be attending one of those hellish events in the near future.
"How do you feel?" I made my way into the bathroom where Kurt had been wrapped around his toilet for most of the morning. From experince I knew that withdrawl from heroin use is one of the worst things your body can go through. Having to puke and shake and shit constatly isn't the most ideal way to spend your days to say the least.
"Did you just come in here to watch me puke?" He grumbled as he flushed the toilet, laying his head on the seat soon after. He was exausted, sick and in a shit ton of pain from puking so much.
"Look Kurt I know you hate me right now. I'm trying to help you the only way I know how." I dropped my head onto my palm, letting out a heavy sigh. I truly felt so defeated and helpless. This was tourtuing him and there wasn't anything I could do about it.
"I don't hate you. I just want this shit to end." He opened and closed his eyes slowly. Every time I saw them connect with mine, a fresh tear rolled down his cheek. My heart was currently making a slit through the middle of itself watching the tormented man infront of me try to make light of this situation he was in. "I just wanna go to bed."
I helped him stand up as he was still weak. It was easy to tell how sick he had become trying to please me by quitting cold turkey. I told him how hard it was going to be, but he insisted that he did it this way. Carefully, he removed his weight from my shoulders and flopped himself down on his bed.
"Do you need anything?" I softly asked, running my thumb along his palm. "Just say the word and consider it done."
"Just a pack of cigerettes." He mumbled weakly, gestering to the pack laying next to him on the bedside table. Nodding, I picked up the carton, setting it down carefully in his shaking hands. A worried whimper seeped through my quivering lips when I postioned myself on the bed next to him, wrapping my arms around his shoulders in a comforting manner.
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