Freaks// Eddie Munson Fanfic

The Goodies

I visited Rick probably two more times before I went today. Not a lot of times to become someone's favorite but I think after meeting him he really liked me. Probably over the fact that I didn't get mad over his comments when I was with Eddie.

I knew he meant it in a lighthearted way...even though it was a bit weird, and now I get extra goodies.

My mom was home and didn't say anything. She was eating and watching tv. Sometimes if she doesn't have the energy she won't ask where I've been. It's like she's stopped caring for a bit which in a way is better for me.

I tossed my backpack on my bed when I got to my room and locked the door.

I pulled the paper bag out and looked inside pulling out the baggy and extra little bag of shrooms. I've never taken shrooms but I wouldn't be opposed to them. What's one time gonna do?

I haven't gone frequently to Rick for drugs because I don't want to rely on them. I hate relying on things or people to make me feel better other than myself. However every now and then my days can be pretty bad and this just makes it a little better.

I make sure to not take them so frequently. I take small amounts like I did the first time and at times it's hard not to go fishing it out from my drawer or wherever I've hidden it and finish the rest.

I tell myself it's for the best.

I have been smoking more weed though. The first time I went back to Rick I just asked for weed but the last time I went I asked for some K.
I didn't think I'd be asking for it today but unfortunately, he didn't have weed to give me so I settled for some good old Ketamine.

Same amounts. I won't risk taking more and falling into that hole he always warns me about.

Once I ate dinner and it got late I went to my room, headed for bed, and fished out my bag.
I stared at the drug for a moment wondering if I wanted to take it tonight.

Today hasn't been horrible but the counselor's talk just really messed with my mood and my head today.

Fuck it.

***

I woke up the next morning to my mom banging on my door. I must've forgotten to unlock it last night.

I was startled a bit as I rushed to open it.

"God- what?!"

"You're running late," she says with her bag and everything ready like she's about to leave.

I look at her like she's crazy.

"What?!"

"I know because today I'm supposed to get in later. At eight," she says and I widen my eyes and turn around to look at the clock on my nightstand.

It is seven forty.

"Shit!"

I rush to get ready and she just walks off. She doesn't say goodbye, the only way I know she's gone is when the front door slams shut.

I'm surprised she even woke me up.

**

When I got to school on my skateboard, first period was nearly over.

I got into class late and out of breath a bit.

"Ms. Davis," the teacher goes looking at me shocked. "Glad you could join us," he says passive-aggressively as I hand him the late slip I received in the front office.

I sat down and people stared at me of course.

I got annoyed and widened my eyes at them shaking my head.