Relapse / Recovery

Consequences

"Ow. Fuck."

Marshall was suddenly pulled out of his shallow sleep by something landing on top of him. 'What the hell?' His eyes quickly adjusted to the light being illuminated across the room by the ceiling fan. He scanned the top of the bed to find what it was that had landed on him: a backpack. It was the same weighted backpack that he had been using on their hikes except now it had a bit more weight. He suddly was hit again, this time by his clothes being gently thrown at him.

"Get changed." Dre said while walking out of the room

Damn. Feeling a bit bossy this morning are we? He got up and quickly threw on the clothes that Dre had thrown at him. In no more than 5 minutes he was dressed with his shoes and backpack on, meeting his mentor out front. Dre looked up from his Ipod, grabbed his keys, and headed towards the car. Marshall followed. They sat together in silence, the only noise coming from the engine. Not even the radio was switched on this morning. Marshall didn't recognize the direction they were going in, guess they were going to a new trail? It was still dark, the time in the car read 5:19a.m.. Dre had to have gotten him up at 5. They finally made it to a small dirt parking lot that connected to the base of a hiking trail. The two boys approached a sign showing a map of the trail. The map was worn and the trail didn't look very planned out. It had multiple walk ways spiralling in every direction. The whole think seemed a little sketchy and now that he was thinking about it, he realized their car was the only one there.

"Dre..." Marshall looked back at the trail to see that he was now being left "Hey! Wait up."

Marshall quickly caught up with his friend who was no more than ten feet in front of him but he was a little too far for comfort. He followed quietly behind him. The trail didn't seem all too bad at first but once they had been walking for a good twenty minutes it started to become more battered. He shined the flashlight towards the ground as he walked. The trail was still there but it was generally covered up by plants. It looked like it probbaly hadn't had any upkeep in a while.

"Andre?" Marshall finally asked

"Hm?"

"You ever done this trail before?"

"Nope."

"No??"

"No."

"And you don't think this shit is sketchy?"

"Sketchy how?"

He wasn't really sure how, it just felt sketchy. It didn't seem like Dre wanted to hear it though. Each reply was abrupt and monotone. Dre didn't seem to care what he thought. Rather than continuing on the conversation and possibly annoying his friend further he decided to just drop it. Further up the trail became more rocky and covered in forest. Marshall watched each step he made; careful that he didn't accidentally slip or step on a snake or something. His foot came across a patch of wet leaves and lost its grip. He was quick to catch himself before he actually fell. Once he adjusted his footing he looked up to see that Dre was going through the trail with no issues and he was once again a good 10 to 15 feet in front of him. He knew that Dre didn't care much for having to wait on people but come on now. He really was going to leave him so far behind. In a forest. In the dark. Fuck it he didn't even care. All he needed to do was focus on his own self and watching his step. It pissed him off to think that Dre had brought him out here just to fucking leave him behind. He continued on with rage in each step, growing more annoyed as he continued to almost slip and trip on the vegetation covering the forest floor. After nearly tripping again he decided to stop and just breathe for a second. Being pissed off was doing nothing but making him clumsy. He checked his watch to see that it was now close to 6a.m., the sun would be rising in about 30 minutes. At least then he'd be able to see where he was fucking going. Or better yet he could see where the hell Dre was going. He was so far behind him now that he couldn't even see him anymore. Whatever. Fuck him. He could just walk this trail by himself. Not like it's that hard to follow. He found himself quickly eating his words as he came across a split in the path. Each path continued forward but with one drifting to the left and the other the right. They were both dark. He stood there quietly to see if he could hear Dre's footsteps... nothing. He looked behind him debating if maybe he should just turn around. But then Dre would be alone and wouldn't know where he went. Not like he fucking cared apparently considering the fact that he left him. He shined he light down each path to see if he could spot him but all he found was trees and darkness. Sigh. Fuck it. He took a deep breath and just picked which ever one felt right. He started towards the path on the right and took note of his surroundings incase he had to find his way back.