Daggers of love

chapter 42

Drugs. Not something I found myself particularly drawn to. The sweet burn of alcohol is more my speed, the dizzy that comes with it seems to be something I crave. But in this moment, I have probably found myself the fondest of drugs I will probably ever be. a nice mellow high, some visual hallucinations, and that addictive feeling of dizziness.

I wasn't aware I was high. I thought that all of those fictional characters walking around me where reality, but cartoons don't belong in the real world. No, I was so focused and panicked about my future confession to Marcus that I just disregarded all strange and unusual things. Or maybe it was the drugs melting my brain... whatever it was, it was coming down verry, verry slowly.

Thankfully I had a plethora of booze in my hands, all of them for me, but if the drugs wore off by the time we reached Vegas, I have my bottles. Speaking of Vegas, I'm gonna have to ask Saya to stop somewhere just before we reach it, gotta change so I look presentable enough for her little plan to work. It will be fine, wont it caterpillar?

I don't know why you're asking me, I'm not the one who's confessing.

Oh right, I'm sure I'm just being silly.

You? who. Are. You?

I am y/n.

And what are you going to do with that book in your hand, y/n?

Burn it.

Why?

Because a bad man did some bad things to some good girls. These are bad pictures of those bad things.

A bad man doing bad things to good girls?

Yes.

Uncle franco was a bad man. He did bad things.

Yes, he did. He did some really bad things to me.

And you where a good girl?

I was.

But you're no longer a good girl, you laid there and took it.

What?... but... I didn't want it...

But you still took it. your used... and broken... and no one wants a broken used toy... now do they y/n?

My mind snaps out of the hallucination, the acid taking an effect on my body. A deep pain struck my heart, a wave of depression hitting me like a truck, a feeling of dirtiness consumes me. I'm used and broken. I watch the car come into view as I gain awareness of my surroundings, bright sun, shiny metal cars, people I call my friends. Hippies are still everywhere, a lot of them are gawking at me. do they see blood? Hopefully not, I swear I cleaned those daggers.

"Hey guys." I say once I finally reach the car. Willie was tripping out in the back seat while maria and Saya sunbathed against the doors, one on each side, also tripping.

"Hola Chica" maria answered, a blissful tone to her words.

"Did you take care of your little problem?" Saya came towards me, grabbing some of the bottles in my hands, taking them back to the car to stash away for the ride.

"Yep, I've just got one last thing to do" I lift up the book, showing it to the trio Infront of me. none of them really showed any care, why would they? its not like its any of their business anyways. "don't worry," I say, interrupting absolutely no one. "I'll burn it on the road... hey, where's Marcus?"

"Aaahhhh" a scream erupts from somewhere around me; I couldn't tell where. Saya looks at me, a large smile on her face.

"Under the car." Her smile giving me a sickening feeling. Something isn't right.