My Last Hope

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Warnings:
-Usage alcohol and drugs
(Basically the whole chapter)
-Throwing up

Clay's POV

I stayed at school for the rest of the day, acting like I was a tough and strong guy who didn't care about anything on this earth. As soon as I got home, I grabbed my bear and cuddled up with it since I was really sad.

I had a tiny spot under my bed with my drugs and I grabbed my marijuana. I lit the cigarette and held it in front of my mouth as I felt myself calm down immediately. I just needed drugs to calm down with.

I grabbed the cocaine I got with shaking hands and thought back about what he said. I just had to lay it down in a line on the table and once I did I stared at it. I closed one side of my nose and held the other side in front of it as I sniffed it up.

I started coughing and looked away when I sneezed. I leaned in again and took the rest, smoking some more marijuana while the effects seemed to kick in slowly. I felt an intense feeling of happiness which overwhelmed me.

I started rocking softly while I held my bear and looked around me. Every light seemed brighter than before, but it made me happy. Everything made me happy. I loved how I felt right now, this was how I always wanted to feel.

I sat on my bed for hours. The drugs stopped working and I already missed the intense feeling of happiness. I was left with a headache and a nauseous feeling. I wanted more drugs and grabbed my phone.

You
Do you have more drugs I can try? I really liked the cocaine.

Miguel
Yeah, can you come to the park? I have more shit for you to test. I also recently got the best drugs you'll ever see, but I'll only give that if you've done something for me

You
Okay, I'm coming

I stood up with a bottle of alcohol and left the house while drinking some of it. When I arrived at the park, half of the bottle was empty already and I kept drinking as I waited for my drug dealer to come.

It took a while so I sat down on a bench since my legs started to feel wobbly. I was getting pretty drunk after I drank almost a whole bottle of strong alcohol.

He finally arrived and looked at me drinking. 'Pfft, are you drunk?'

'Yeah,' I muttered as I laid down on the bench.

'I have a task for you, okay?'

'Mhm,' I muttered. I was too drunk to stand on my own legs and kept drinking until my dealer grabbed the bottle.

'You drank enough now,' he said as he put it down.

'Nooo! Give it back,' I mumbled with a very unclear voice. 'It's mine.'

'Fine, but don't cry if you end up in the hospital.'

I rolled my eyes and pulled the bottle out of his hands, drinking loads of it again. Eventually the whole bottle was empty and he looked at me.

'You're too drunk to even walk, dumbass.'

'What taaaask?' I yelled out as I rolled to my side.

'You'll have to steal something I want. Otherwise you won't get drugs.'

'Noooww?'

'No, gosh no. You'd get caught immediately. I give you a bit of heroin and if I'm sure you're going to steal for me, I have a combination drug which is really strong. I also have XTC and LSD, but you'll hallucinate from those.'

'Heroin,' I muttered as I rolled to my stomach. 'I'm so nauseous.'

'Yeah, that's not so weird after so much alcohol, idiot.'

I rolled my eyes and he gave me a small bag. 'This is the only thing you'll get for free. If you want more then you'll have to steal for me.'

⚠️ Throwing up

'Fine,' I mumbled as I stared at the ground. 'I'm going to throw up.'

I looked at my drug dealer and he rolled his eyes, handing me an empty bag. 'Throw up in that at least and not on the ground.'

I stared at the bag in silence and felt the nausea getting worse. Eventually, I threw up in the bag and rolled back to my side.

⚠️ Over

'Do you still have alcohol?'

I held five fingers up.

'Five more bottles?' he asked. 'How did you get all of those?'

'My dad.'

'Oh, you stole his alcohol?'

'Yeah,' I muttered. I looked back to the bag and sighed softly.

⚠️ Throwing up

A wave of nausea overwhelmed me and I threw up again. 'You're going to be so hungover.'

⚠️ Over

I didn't reply and laid down on my back. My drug dealer rolled me to my side again. 'Don't lay on your back, you can choke if you have to throw up.'

I rolled my eyes and started laughing. The world was so amazing like this.

'I need to get home,' I mumbled, looking around me. 'What way?'

He sighed and lifted me up. 'I'll take you home. You can't even walk right now.'

He wrapped his arm around my waist to keep me standing and led me to my house. When I was standing in front of it, he let me go and pointed to it. 'There.'

I nodded slowly and tried to walk to my house, but I collapsed on my knees. I climbed back up again and opened the door with my key, which took me five tries. My dealer left when I went inside and I went upstairs to the bathroom.

⚠️ Throwing up

I hung above the toilet for minutes, throwing up twice more. I wasn't even hungover yet and I already threw up.

⚠️ Over

I decided to go back to my room when I felt a little bit better and grabbed another cigarette with marijuana. I started smoking it while laying down on my bed with my bear.

After smoking it, I threw it out and laid on my bed as I stared at my ceiling. Life was amazing like this, I wasn't scared anymore. I was finally happy and unworried when I was under the influence of drugs and alcohol. No one would ever take that away from me.

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Summary:
Clay uses cocaine, gets heroin and gets told to steal for more drugs. He also drinks way too much, smokes marijuana and is drunk as hell.