Michael fucked up.
He didn't know what he was thinking that morning, buying a black coffee when he should've slept off the after-affects of those pills.
He got back to his apartment absolutely wired. The pills and black coffee definitely did not mix well together, and it was evident now. He was antsy, but at the same time, his body ached. He was already craving another delightful, white, pill. His body trembling with desire as his brain was wired to accepting the addictive substance anytime it was present.
His hands shot down to press against his pockets, reaching for the small baggie with white pills his supplier gave him last time.
One left, fuck.
He took the pill out of the bag as he stared at it, the gears in his head trying to plan out the next twenty-four hours.
Michael was never one for long time planning, or planning for his own benefit but right now, he needed to. The black haired boy was so hooked on these stupid pills that the original time length of euphoria, shortened drastically. They wore off after a mere six hours unlike the original eight to nine he grew used to.
It was about three in the afternoon now, and if he took this pill now to give into his bodies craving and desperate need, he would have to contact his dealer asap for another meeting tonight.
He groaned and eyed his messy apartment, trying to remember where he had spare cash laying around. He was running short almost every week, but his dealer took it easy on him, seeing the state that Michael was in and such. But, if Michael even breathed a word about getting away with it, he knew his dealer wouldn't be seeing the pretty side of the underworld known as drug dealing in Brooklyn, New York, for much longer.
Neither would he since he himself, was the one missing the payments.
His brain pounded against his skull as he could barely think about this anymore, he never worried about his supplements this seriously before.
Without a second thought, he took the pill, swallowing it dry.
He laid down on his bed, taking sharp breaths as he waited for the drug to kick in, to start taking over the boys broken brain. Within a few minutes, his arms felt like jello and the ceiling started brightening above him. He took one last sharp breath before feeling something he hadn't felt within the last few hours.
Freedom.
He laid there lazily, looking at his fingers and around his apartment, seeing the different colours merge together to make something beautiful. Before the drugs took him too far, he grabbed his cheap flip phone and made a phone call, seeming as there were only two numbers saved.
His mothers, and his dealers. How pathetic.
He pressed the damned device up to his ear, hearing the distorted ring. He found himself counting lazily to each ring the passed.
Ring. "One."
Ring. "Two"
Ri- "Hello?"
"Three."
"Uh.. Hello?"
Michael shook his head slightly, focusing on the voice. It took him a few seconds to realize his dealer picked up.
"Hey uh-... I need you to meet me on fourth street in... 9pm"
"Michael, are you high?"
"No." Was it that obvious?
"Well I'd consider it so since 'meeting you in 9pm' isn't grammatically correct."
Michael lazily smiled, rolling onto his side as he tried to focus on his next few words, hopefully drawing less suspicion to his slurred state.
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Brooklyn Baby (CALM OT4)
Fiksi Penggemar"You can't continue living your life like this." "What if I want to?" Where Michael gets involved with some pretty dangerous people because they wanted to save him, when he didn't want to save himself.
