Evanstan One shots

Haze pt. 6

Warning: Drug Usage

I stare out the back seat window, my head resting on it. Anthony picking me up with Sebastian sitting in the front gave me so many memories and I seriously needed to bury them quick otherwise the anxiety will filter over the depressing numbness.
I could feel my leg start to shake and i desperately tried to get it to calm down. I knew I was going to lose this battle.

Sebastian then whistle for my attention. I turn to finally see the piercing eyes that glowed more bright with the red haze of his high. He was holding out a blunt to me. I nodded as a thank you and took a hit. My leg finally came to a stop and I fell slowly more into the seat.
Unfortunately with my habits recently, this was only gonna keep me calm for only a moment.

"Don't worry, Chris. This won't take too much of your night."
I looked at Anthony through the rear view mirror, "I don't have much plans. Every night stays the same.", I notice Sebastian shift out of the corner of my eye. "Not that I'm complaining."

Anthony nodded.
He started to drive into a wooded area where the traffic shrinks down to nothing and the homes here are several miles apart from each other.
"Where are we going exactly?"
"Don't worry. I'm not gonna kill you guys. Scarlett will ask too many questions."

I was confused as Sebastian laughed gently. Anthony hasn't acknowledged or even dared to say Scarlett's name in any form of conversation since she ran and got cleaned. The girl herself is still thriving.
I remember her sad look when she found out about my downhill choices.

--two days ago--

I open the door to see Scarlett standing there. She looked so much brighter and healthier. Her skin seemed as smooth as a baby while with her genuine smile which faded as she got a good look at me. An addict who slipped under all over a broken heart.

"My god, Chris. What happened?"
I pulled her inside and once I closed the door, I hugged her tightly like my own guardian angel came knocking at my door to comfort the weak man who fell under once again.
"It's okay, Evans. Take your time", she hugged back, holding the back of my head like I was her own child.

I didn't cry because that tank had been long emptied. My brain just has stayed on the automatic numb as if a drought was there to remain forever.
"Everyone is going downhill, Scarlett. Ever since you left. But do not take it as your fault."

She pulled from me and looked at me offended, "no it's not. You're damn right. I shouldn't feel guilty for wanting to finally live a life, facing my issues instead pretending they're not there."
I nodded, "but I'm not falling under because of you. You know I was happy for you. I just didn't wanna follow you alone."

She looked behind me and widen her eyes, "oh my goodness"
She moved past me and looked at the residue and leftover packaging on my coffee table.
"I'm a hypocrite.", I laugh to myself as Scarlett looked at me concerned. "Chris... "

"I yelled at him for turning into a coke addict but now look where I am. Back to the old ways."
Scarlett furrowed her eye brows, "old ways?"
I sighed and sat on the couch as Scarlett sat next to me. "I was 15 and I was tired of always wanting approval and constant verbal abuse so I tried to escape by pills and cocaine."

I looked at Scarlett and I've never witness such sadness in one's eyes. I could only registered it as pitiful.
"Don't pity me"
Scarlett then looked at me more intently, "does this look like the face of someone who doesn't truly care?"

She shifted herself towards me and set her hand on my cheek, "what brought you back to here?"
"He did. I thought I found someone but I was wrong. I got attached so badly. I don't know how but it happened. But he just told me I was no one to him and everything we did and said meant nothing."