Heroin High

Being Put in the Situation

Being Put in the Situation

Copyright: This beautiful creature is mine!

Warning: Boyxboy don’t complain to me if you’ve been tainted with awesome.  I won’t listen; I will just laugh in your face J

Never. Again.

That’s all I will say on the subject of my trip. Never. Again. I don’t understand people and their obsession with drugs. It’s too crazy for me, but maybe that’s because I’ve always been a pretty normal routine guy. Either way I’m glad I didn’t experience that when I was a teenager. I quickly turn the corner to the hospital that Puck has been admitted to. I’m a bit nervous to see the state he’s in. I don’t quite understand what happened or how it happened. I didn’t see any guns at the party, and I didn’t hear any gunshots, but Chief Monroe said that they found him at his apartment. Someone shot him in his own home. That could only mean one thing.

His parents are back. My insides burn at the thought. No I can’t let this happen; it’s all just going to go back to how it used to be. Just like in high school, just like when we first met.

I had gone to school early being the nerd I am. I always liked to be there before everyone else, it gave me a feeling of over achievement, but also I had gotten a limited first edition of The Amazing Spiderman comic book and I was determined to read it that morning, all of it. The thing was I couldn’t read it around other people, from experience I knew that reading my graphic novels around other people would just get me made fun of and beat up, so I got there early that morning and went into the bathroom choosing a random stall to sit at comfortably to read my book. I had been sitting there maybe ten minutes before I heard the door slam open and running footsteps rush into the stall next to mine. Fear coursed through me, as I jerked my legs up as quietly as possible so as not to be seen, since no one was here this early, no one would be able to stop whoever this was to kick my sorry little ass if they saw me. I sat quietly and terrified, but I became even more afraid when I saw the blood dripping to the floor of the stall. No, not just dripping, flowing down like a waterfall so much of it I started to feel nauseous just looking. And that’s when his sobs broke the silence, horrified, tortured, betrayed sobs. My heart beat faster as I listen to him cry, as more and more blood streamed to the floor. All I could think was what the hell is going on? Is this some kind of horror movie moment? Is he gonna pop underneath my stall and try to murder me like some kind of zombie or serial killer? Though as I sat there it became obvious that he was just going to remain there bleeding profusively. Cocking my head I listened as he shuffled around in his pockets searching for something, still sniffling, his dark boots slipping slightly in the red puddle beneath him.

“Shit!” he cried and I watched as his roll of weed tumbled across the floor into my stall. His hand slid across the bloody floor and he reached in trying to grab his roll, with trembling hands. They looked strong but weak all at the same time. So deciding to risk my own safety I reached down, grabbed the roll and held it underneath his stall out to him. His frustrated sobs silenced immediately, and all was quiet. “Who the fuck is that?” I cringed. “Get the fuck out of there you ass hat.” Sighing I stood up and exited my stall turning to his stall and looking at him. He had brown hair, and was wearing lots of black. The wounds he was bleeding from looked to be stab wounds, deep stab wounds still bleeding as he lit his roll and breathed in. Then his angry eyes glared at me and I could practically see the murderous intent in them. “Who the fuck are you?”

“Uh, I’m Jacob Savage.”

“Well, listen here Jacob Savage, you didn’t fucking see anything you understand?”

Anger bit into me like a rapid dog. “Hey your fucking bleeding, I don’t think what I saw should be your concern right now. I think we need to get you to a hospital. I mean look at you, you looked like chopped liver.” He just looked at me and tilted his head a bit in amusement.