• Lucky Me, I See Ghosts •

The Death of Addiction

Lucky is in the car with, the prostitute. She drives fast, in the cup holder is a half empty can of bud light.

She takes it and chugs it gone, she throws it in the back side of the truck. She drove to a forest, and pulled up to a white dirty, house that looked like it was burnt down and put back together poorly.

She stoped the truck,"This is it,... What is your name?" He is surprised at the question.

"Noah." He answers quickly.

"Well,-Noah, this is were my friend stays. You are mine, and you're not going to speak till I tell you to." He tries to hold still he didn't want to make a mistake.

"Stop crying." She commended he wypes his eyes and dried his face as much as he could. Her friend opens the very squeaky door of the house. She had poofy black curly hair it was long. It was very obvious that she was also a prostitute she wore fish nets, a tight black skirt that didn't cover her thighs, her short top was hot pink.

The prostitutes wore things like that to attract attention, other prostitutes just wore, crop-tops a thin jacket and sweet pants. He left the truck with the woman. He followed her like he was on a leash. He was obeying the rules so he didn't get killed. "Trish, hey!"

"Willow! Girl its been awhile." on the steps they hugged. He now knew their names.

He knew how to address them. "Who is this, boy you brought, Willow?"

"That's my man, Trish? Don't you have one?"

"Yeah, but not one so,-young. You sure he even grows fiscal hair?"

"He's got hair, just not on his face." They laugh.

They start to walk inside. It smells of cigarettes and dirty dishes. There was weed and lighters galore it was dirty and beer cans and bottles everywhere, white trash bags stretched out full of empty bottles and cans. He followed them into a room full of smoke they all sat down on a flat couch. They light a cigarette and pass it around, they give it to him. Hesitates and looks at Willow, the blonde one, she gives him a stern look and he puts it in his mouth.

He slowly breathes in, and than out he hands it back to Willow. He holds in his cough. His eyes burnt and his head hurt. It felt smooth under his teeth. He felt as if it filled him with air. It pained him, and he wanted it, he needed it to free his mind.

They opened bottles, glass bottles of Corona. They gave him one, he knew he was expected to drink it. He took a sip and the taste made him gag.

He hid it well, he saw them drink it he thought if he did it fast he wouldn't taste it. He chugged it, fast without thinking, afterwards he felt nauseous.

"Oh, Willow your mans 'bout to get drunk, you sure he's going to be able to handle that? He might die if your not careful."

"Fuck that, I got him high once, than I fucked him so hard. He blackout so hard."

"Is he good at it? You know Michael, isn't getting it up anymore."

"Yeah, this kid couldn't either, even after I teased em' I gotta do myself."

"Oh, fuck! Willow, Did you fucking rape this, kid?"

"Yeah, so?"

Trish stays quite. Lucky felt tears in his eyes as he chugged another bottle. It made him fell numb.

"Willow, you know how- that- makes me feel."

Willow slams her boots on the floor,"But it's different, he's a boy, and he didn't get addicted to heroin."

"I think he's addicted to something else."

Trish points to Lucky's arms,"Fuck." Willow grabs his arm. "I thought is was just your wrist." He jerks his hand away.

Her face looks genuinely surprised. Before she could do anything Trish's boyfriend, Michael, walks in the room with a lighter in his hands.

"Well, Willow, the money is in the bathroom, it might be time for you to go."

"K. Go out to the truck, Noah." She said, it felt weird to hear his name, as she lit a cigarette in her mouth.

He gets up and walks outside, looking in the distance it seems like he wouldn't be able to escape. If he had ran away from the area, nobody would out there to see him before he dies of hypothermia.

He sat in the car and waited. He heard screaming and Willow ran out with a back pack. He assumed it was money.

Michael had a knife in his hand it had blood on it, not Willows blood.

Once Willow made it in the car, Michael throughs a rock at the wind shield. It cracks but the could still see out of it.

"Fuck." She turns on the truck and drives fast. Michael couldn't even grab another rock. She drove him home. They sat in silence, she turned and grabbed his face. She kissed him hard. He shut his eyes trying not to breathe as much.

"Don't you fucking tell anyone", they both breathed heavily, she kissed him again, "I will fucking kill you", she keep kissing him, "hide your cuts, or you'll have one one your neck." She kisses him again, her tongue down his throat, he gags. "Say it." She hurts his face with her hand.

"I-i won't tell anybody, I won't." He breathes out. She left him at his house. He was relieved he was home.

He washed his mouth, he still tasted the smoke and alcohol on his breath. He felt dirty, and decided to take a shower.

He didn't like to look at his own body anymore, when he saw him self with no clothes he felt like everyone saw him.

He didn't like felling dirty so decided to close his eyes. He sat in the shower eyes closed, he wasn't scared, because he wasn't at his most vulnerable.

He felt like he could feel every drop of water on his body. His hair thick and dark. He got out and dried off. The days were longer if you don't sleep. He couldn't think straight. And than he woke up on the couch.