The Catfish Chronicles

Drugs are bad though

~him
I walked into the shit party taking place inside of the tiny white house sitting in the middle of a big field on a particularly large piece of land, owned by the one and only, Georgia White. I'm not particularly fond of parties, nor very friendly with Georgia White, but desperate times call for desperate measures, and I sure as hell am desperate at the moment. So that's how I ended up swallowing my pride, and walking through the hallways into the kitchen, where people tried to get me to stop and chat, and since I just wasn't feeling it, I kept going. I can't have anything changing my mind at the moment, and I really don't feel like talking about football. So I swerve through the mix of preps and druggies, and go into a hallway where I hope there's a bathroom. " hey Nick!" I turn around, facing James Taylor, another guy on the football team. I stare blankly at him, then turn away, looking desperately for my destination. Several people catch me wondering and opening random doors, when I finally find the place of my searching. My head buzzes and my heart feels like its pounding out of my chest, but I have to keep going. I can't quit now.
And then, the door is locked and my heart is beating faster and I have the pills and I have the blade and I definitely have the guts, so the pills are in my throat and the blade is in my skin and suddenly I'm fucking scared for the first time in a very, very long time, but I have to keep going.
And then the door is open, and the lights are on, and when the hell did I start crying, and when the hell did Georgia white get in here. My mind is hazy and all I can think of to say is, "the bathroom's taken.." And it takes all of my breath and oh god,when did I get so dizzy? And then I hear the word drugs, and no, that's not what I was doing at all, and being me, of course I have to tell her that, but all that comes out is something along the lines of "drugs are bad," and then the rooms spinning again and my hands are on the sink and the pills are on the floor. And then Georgia fucking White is picking up the pills and somewhere in my mind, I realize that that isn't a good thing, so I try to stop her, but then everything's fuzzy again, and I'm down. And Georgia white has her hands on me, and she's laughing and I'm still crying, and I guess she wanted me to die too, because why else would she laugh? And then her face falls and her hands are on my arms and I'm out. Until I'm slapped in the face of course. Maybe it just wasn't my day.