Contains: Drugs, bad language
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I was on my home street. I started to wonder what I just dropped. I searched my pockets, pills? With. Lighter? With. Blades? With. Headphones? With... I slowed my walking. Phone? Where? I checked all my pockets but nope. Shit, I dropped my phone. Why I always have bad luck? I can't turn around because then I'll be late from home, and my dad gets angry... Maybe I wait for tomorrow and try to find it.
When I was inside at my home, I waited for couple seconds if I'd hear screaming, but I didn't. I walked into my room, kicking my shoes off, jacket flying onto my cabinet's door. I sighed, sitting on my bed. I popped couple pills into my mouth and drank water. I tried relax, and hope that I will find my phone. I just have to pray that no one have took it.
Hours passed quickly. The drugs takes me into the other world, the better world. It feels like daydreaming, but so much more real. I breathed deep and felt so so so relaxed. But then, compeletely suddenly, a knock came from the window. It caused me to jump and fall from my bed. I watched the window and saw a man's shadow there. Who?
"Who you are?" I asked.
"Open the damn window" stranger answered.
I didn't have any other choices. I slowly opened the window, scared of who there would be. But... Mike was there, holding tightly the ladders.
"What the fuck you're doing here?" I asked in total shock.
"You dropped your phone" he said and handed my phone. I checked it and it really was my phone!
"Th-Thanks" I stuttered surprised.
"And oh, this is the healing salve, please use it" he gave me a little tube. I couldn't do anything than just take it, too. Mike smiled.
"Thanks, thanks so much" i said and made a little smile.
"No problem" he said and began to go down on the ladders.
"Mike, wait!"
"Yeah?" he stopped and turned up.
"How did you know where I live?"
He laughed lightly. "I snucked into school's files, and I found your file, Bennington. There read your address" he smiled and continued. He was soon, too soon down and he jogged away.
He snucked into school's files?! Bad boy. Oo-oh I like bad boys. How did he do that? And why for me? What's going on with him?
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Couple days passed quickly. It's saturday again. I like weekends. No school, no bullying, only my own world, better known as drugs and music.
In school, Mike have sat next to me in every class. And he always help me, if I don't get something. I think he really wants to be friends with me. I mean, why otherwise he's doing this? But i'm kinda scared because I love him. And everytime he talks to me I fall more and more in love. I can't stop thinking about him. I love him, but I kinda keep pushing him away. Because I know I will hurt Mike, without meaning it. I keep myself quiet, even tough Mike speaks alot.
It was saturday night, I searched for my pills. Shit, come on. I'm out of my little white friends. There's only two. I snapped my phone, after couple minutes of thinking I texted to my drug dealer "im out of mine do u got any new?".
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FanfictionChester is depressed and self-harming teenager, who got bad cards in life. He gets bullied in school and abused by his father. He's lost and alone, but what happens when his crush finds him from that dark corner? [Warning: very depressive, drugs, vi...
