Teen girl, Chanel struggling after losing the two most important people In her life, her brother and Father. Stuck with an abusive mother driving her insane. Using drugs heavily. Stripping with her cousin to make any amount of money possible to skip...
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Landons pov:
The world always tells you that drugs aren't a good thing and don't take them, but honestly drugs are fucking beautiful man. The way they open up your true colors and tell you what your body really needs. It speeds up the process and simulation we call life. It blurs out the bad and sometimes the good. The drugs give you an out. Honestly it kills you easier then you taking your own life. Others say it destroys your brain but I say it just clears it, and changes your mindset to fit the true way you would survive in this rotten ass world.
I used my pocket knife to crush a pill, under a piece of paper, into a fine grind powder. And then used the end of the knife to straighten the powder into a straight line. I rolled the paper up and used it to sniff the thin white powder. Quickly feeling blood rush to my head, getting lightheaded. After letting the Ecstasy set into my system. I headed down stairs to my fathers room.
People say having a sick parent isn't as hard as they show on the tv's and it's true. It's so much fucking worse. Having your birth mother abandon you because your father was diagnosed with bone cancer and has about 3 months to live, it's not the best feeling. My dads also a stubborn fuck and refuses to stop drinking and smoking but it seems he sees the real world and is ready to get out of it. I don't blame him, I'm doing the same thing.
As I entered his room to give him his medication, he was already downing a bottle of Smirnoff. I gave him his medication and he swallowed it with the vodka. "Stop Drinking dad." I stated, taking away the bottle. "When you stop taking drugs in my bathroom, boy." He tried to reach for the bottle but I didn't let him take it. "Fair, but still." There was no getting around that stubborn man; it was almost funny watching him throw whatever life he has left. I guess the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.
I made myself something to eat and headed back up to my room. I had an hour before work and I thought I'd make a promise to myself and the girl I walked home with last night. She was entertaining, I'm sure we'd make great friends at school. I decided to investigate on The Green Oak residence. I was very fond of investigating crime scenes aside from drawing, I found them entertaining and time consuming. 40 minutes later, I found myself had written half of a whole essay with evidence and more on Patterson's case.
I left the rest of the investigation for later and headed to work. Seeing Chanel was a bonus, as I don't know anyone there. To be honest I don't know her either but at least it's not weird to see her. It was like having a new friend that's everywhere. Once she came in she said hi I to me but her focus was elsewhere. Her breathing seemed out of place as she looked around the club. Still not making eye contact with me, she reached behind the bar and took a shot glass pouring the first liquor she saw. Not wasting any time drinking it quickly.
After letting out a small laugh that caught her attention, she gave me a half smile. "You think I get through these days sober?" She asked as she walked backwards to her private room. She was nearly wearing nothing, showing lots of skin. As she walked away I noticed something small that she probably didn't want anyone to see. If you're a dimwit you'd think she's getting physically abused by the way the gashes on her thighs were placed. But no. She was doing it to herself. Ruining her perfect skin. I sadly know what the cuts look like firsthand, from rough nights and early mornings but I don't share. She probably doesn't either so I know not to say anything. I just smiled as I watched her disappear into the dim back room.
I wonder if we'd ever get close enough for her to be open about herself with me. She seemed so fun and chill, never one to be troubled. I feel like I could know everything about her but I don't. I could be completely wrong about everything and she would be the opposite.
I did the rest of my shift, pouring drinks, for those who were already drunk and getting hit on by women old enough to be my mother. But I made it my goal to notice each time Chanel walked out her room. Though she doesn't see me everytime, I still watch and make sure she's okay. When she does notice me she comes and says hi by pouring herself a drink and leaving me with a wink.
My shift ended early so I grabbed my backpack and was able to catch her, as she left through the back door. She flashed me a quick smile and dropped it just as quick. "How was your day?" I asked, walking next to her. "Fine. You like the job?" She kept her head down as we walked. Something seemed off. "It's fine. Want to go feed the fish with me." She stopped and I stopped after moving to stand in front of her. She looked up to me and looked into my eyes, searching for something. She moved around me and cleared her throat as she walked away. "I have to get home." She told me. I shrugged and started walking the opposite direction. "Good night." I shouted and heard a soft chuckle behind me that left a smile on my face.
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