Monster You Made Me

Drugs and Blood

Drake P.0.V

 If I wasn’t here tomorrow would anybody care

Still stuck inside this sorrow

I got nothing and going nowhere

 I know I’m a mess and I wanna be someone

Someone that Id like better

Can you help me forget, don’t wanna feel like this forever

 If I left tomorrow would anybody care

Stuck in this sorrow

Going nowhere

Memories float around in my head, causing me to wake up. The nightmares never stop. Grabbing my leather jacket, and throwing on my boots, I walk out the door of my lonely apartment, getting on my bike and going to the one place I feel better. The beach is nearly empty as I walk along the sad, but just as I turn around, I hear a shuffling noise, and anger fills me as I see a young lady with a heroin needle sticking out of her arm. Rushing over, I yank it from her arm, and she turns her head, refusing to look at me.

“Drugs kill people you know. Families ruined because of this shit. Go set your life straight.” Grabbing her chin, I yank her face forward.

“Did you hea-…“ Suddenly, it feels like ice is dropped over me. Staring back at me were those same empty eyes I’ve come to know.

“Alex…?” Turning away again, she gets up and starts walking away before I grab her arm. Placing my hands on her shoulders and turning around, my clenches as I see how high she is, and the smell of alcohol comes wafting off her.

“Why the fuck are you doing fucking heroine?” Pushing on my chest, she pushes me away and hugs her arms to herself. 

Grabbing a cigarette, she lights it up and takes a swig of her bottle, making my eyes harden more. Swaying her hand in front of me, holding her bottle and pointing at me, she glares at me, empty.

“You know nothing about me.” Her voice is cold and so emotionless it makes my eyes widen.

‘What could possibly have made her this way?’

She turns around and starting swaying her way forward. Before she gets far, I walk up beside her, feeling her tense.

“Look, I’m sorry, okay? I just have bad drug issues, and lots of reasons to hate them, okay? I don’t like seeing people I care about using drugs.” Okay, so maybe admitting that to her was a little early, but something about her made me want to tell the truth. She turns to me and her eyes narrow, yet she throws her head back and laughs, a hollow sound.

“You care about me?” I nod and she starts laughing even harder, walking forward again.

“Why the fuck would you do that?” Before I even get a chance to answer, she shakes her and stops, turning to me.

“Never mind, the reason doesn’t really matter at all. I could care less either way. Look, you know nothing about me at all. I don’t like people. Leave me the fuck alone, and god forbid, don’t care about me, you’ll only get hurt, because I sure as hell don’t care about you.” With a sharp laugh, she starts walking away, leaving me there speechless. Turning around, I walk back home, leaving her to wallow in her own self pity.  By the time I get on my bike and drive home, the night is fully set. Unlocking my door, I grab the handle, but stop short.

Blood. All over my hands. But how is that possible? Unless….

Alex.

But why?

What is going on?