A Piece of Me

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[a/n: trigger warning. detailed drug use is mentioned]

Elizabeth's pov

"Oh my god," I said, grabbing a water bottle off the side table and pouring it on my head, "Zane, Heath, have some,"

"Pour it on me baby," Zane laughed as I dumped about a quarter of the bottle on him, the rest going on Heath.

"Now I'm wet," He pouted, "Wait, no let me rephrase that,"

"Don't worry about it baby, we all are," Heath said before laughing.

"Fuck yeah," I shouted, glancing over to finally find Colby, talking to some girl.

Her hand crept down his chest, and he didn't seem eager to step back or push her away.

"It's so fucking hot. I need to get outside," Zane said, and I could see his angel costume being soaked in a mixture of sweat and water.

I pushed the loose strands of hair out of my face, pressing them to my head as best as I could.

"They have all the exits blocked off," I shouted in his ear, unable to tear my eyes away from Colby and the girl.

I felt sick, my mouth was dry and disgust filled my body.

My hand went to my stomach, and Zane glanced over to see what I was looking at.

"Oh my god," He said before grabbing my arms, "I'm gonna kill him,"

"No, no," I said, grabbing his wrist to stop him as I began hearing a whisper in my brain.

A voice I haven't heard in a while, a voice that haunted my brain only a few short years ago.

The one that called me to my monster, the one that controlled me even though I did my best to fight it.

The voice in my head that brought me down, down so low yet let me fly so high.

The one that told me that meth was okay, that I could feel numb for just a little while. I needed it, and I needed it now.

Heath audibly gasped, "Let me talk to him," He said, cracking his knuckles, "With my fists,"

"I need a minute," I said, pulling myself away from my two new friends.

I knew now what I needed to do, and it was to meet up with an old friend.

Now that I was alert, looking for someone that was cranked, it wasn't hard to find.

A man I recognized but couldn't find a name for. I knew I had seen him before, at some party here. A friend of Colby's, when it occurred to me that I remembered him from when I looked to see people snorting lines off of the table in the living room.

"Hey baby," I smirked, running my hand over his chest, very similar to what that girl had done to Colby, "Got any to share? I'll make it worth it,"

The man smirked, his eyes red and glassy. Oh yeah, this is what I wanted.

He grabbed my hand off his chest, nodding for me to follow him to the living room to Dom.

"MIke," He greeted, before looking at me, "I didn't know you were into crystal,"

"Two lines," I demanded as Mike held out his hand, "Two-fifty up front,"

"I bet it's not that good," I guessed, observing the yellow-white powder poking out of the foil in Dom's hand, "One seventy five,"

"Deal," Dom said hesitantly, dealing out two lines with a razor blade, crushing up the cubes.

"It's a little sweaty," I warned before pulling the money I needed out of my bra.

"Whatever," He chuckled as he took it, "Help yourself,"

I grabbed the cut up straw from the foil, bending down and taking one line up each nose. I will admit, I almost hesitated when I saw it in front of me.

Almost.

The burn, feeling like ice as it crept through my body. It would take a minute or two for me to really feel high, or maybe sooner because my body's been craving it for so long.

I leaned back, holding my breath to avoid sneezing my money away, letting my eyes fall shut.

I felt like fire, like speed, an unstoppable force. My brain was soon running at a million miles per hour, alert but also so far far away.

I was driven to this, and all I could think about was how I wanted more.

I wasn't even that made at Colby anymore, this made it all better.

But a piece of me, the sane piece, thought about the baby growing inside of me. I didn't know what the side effects of being high off crank could be while pregnant, or what it could do to my baby.

But the bigger part, the better part, didn't care.

I stood up, accidentally shoving Mike as I realized the music shut off.

"Fuck, lose that shit man," Mike yelled at Dom, "Cops are here,"

"Fuck," I hardly processed what Mike had said, but everyone was leaving, being filed out by police.

Oh no, I couldn't go out there. Not like this.

A nineteen year old high off meth could not be in front of cops in a state like this.

I followed the wave of people though, running off at the last second up the stairs.

I caught my foot when I turned to go up the second set, my hand catching my body before continuing my journey.

I seemed to lose some of my coordination, but at least I felt better now.

The monster inside of me was growing as I opened Colby's bathroom door, only to find Jake already in there.

"Are you hiding too?" He asked, eyeing me with a grin.

"Of course I fucking am. I'm not about to get busted," I snapped, the meth making me say things I normally wouldn't.

"Are you high?" He said, and I shook my head.

"No," I denied, waltzing up to him, "But I've missed you,"

He let me kiss him, the monster in me asking for more. The Liz in me is asking to slow down, to stop.

I ignored her.

"I can see it in your eyes," Jake said, pulling his face away from mine, "You're high. Do you realize what that could do to your baby?"

"I don't give a fuck, just kiss me," I slurred, and he brought his mouth close to mine before forcing me to look at him.

"If I catch you high again I'm telling Colby everything," He said before kissing me, cutting off my protest with roaming hands and tongue.

I felt like I was in heaven, like I was traveling at the speed of light.

Jake was the t-n-t. Meth was the spark.

All thoughts of Colby were erased from my brain, shaken away like an etch-a-sketch.

I didn't care, because I was ignited.

And the flame felt good.