Punks Not Dead

One Pill Makes You Larger...

•Lilith's POV•

I let myself slip into the apartment unnoticed.

I could immediately tell that Maxi was home by her beat-up converse left out by the door. But there was an unidentified pair next to hers and it piqued my curiosity.

I got into ninja mode and made my way to the living room in complete stealth. I snicker to myself as I sneak around the corner, only to come face-to-face with a nearly-nude, Maxi and the person in question. Which turned out to be Sid.

"Ewww, what the hell mates!? Right in the living room?" I playfully roll my eyes, only half in disgust. Max and Sid just freeze in the moment, like a set of deer in the headlights.

"You damn horn-dogs should get a room!" I yell back at them as I make my way down the hallway and into my room, giggling under my breath.

The door to my room was pasted with band posters, stickers and whatever else I found was cool enough to be stuck up on there. In the center of my master piece, written in now flaky, crusty spray paint, Lilith.

I open the door and my nostrils are suddenly greeted by the pungent scent of grass and the musky smell that clings to clothes when they've been crumpled up in a pile while, still wet, for far too long.

I lean against the closed door and sigh, a smile plastered to my face. Maxigan and I have been friends since we've been old enough to yank each other's hair and it's been almost just as long that she's confided to me, her love for Sid.

To finally see them together, whether or not they're actually in a relationship, makes me smile. Because I know that when she's with him, she's truly happy.

The smirk is quickly wiped off my face when the sound of their moans came blaring through the paper-thin walls. I groan, as I imagine them in the process.

I slam my fists against the wall, and cry out. "Shut the fuck up! You are sick bastards." I'm slightly irritated, although I can't seem to suppress my laughter. I shake my head, 'cause I know that for one, they probably don't hear me and even if they did, they wouldn't give a rats ass.

I decide that I'm way too sober, and start rummaging around my room for my stash-can.

Eventually after a good five minutes of searching among all the scattered junk in my room, I find it under a heap of clothing in the corner nearest my bed. I let myself drop onto my bed and pop open the jar that I used to conceal all of my illegals.

I pull out a small, colorful dimebag with an array of colored pills in it. Without hesitation, I pluck one from the bag, not caring which color I took and popped it into my mouth, swallowing it dry. I close the box and set it aside and lay back on my bed, waiting for the effects of the drugs to kick in.