Just A Thought

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He turns to me. His arm is covered in tatoos that run up from his fingers to his neck. His hair is bleached.

"You want some?" He nudges at the powder.

"I- umm... no thanks." I think for a bit. "Do you have anything that would help me fall asleep?" I say quietly.

He's quiet.

"Yeah sure. But it will cost you." He warns.

"How much?" I ask.

"It depends on how much you need, of course." He explains.

"Umm okay. Uhh-" I have no idea how this shit works.

"Here." He cuts me off and pulls some from his bag and shows me. "Is this enough or do you need more?"

"It's enough, I guess." I nod.

"Alright. But we shouldn't do this here." He looks around.

What should I do? Do I trust him?

"Upstairs, second door on the left." I say and walk away in the house. Alex can't see me with him. No one can.

I look over my shoulder and see the guy walk a few metres behind me. I go up the stairs into my room.

A few seconds later the door closes behind me and I turn around.

"Your first time?" He asks curiously.

I take a deep breath. "First time buying. I've done it before though."

He nods and puts a bag on my bed. He takes out the pills he showed me a few minutes ago.

"What are these?" I ask.

"Sleeping pills."

I inhale. Okay. I can do it.

"Okay."

I open my bag in the wardrobe and pull some money from my wallet. Our so called 'dad' that I haven't seen in weeks left me and Alex some. I have savings from months ago too so it isn't a problem.

I turn back to the guy. He's watching me.

"Here." I put cash in his hand. "Is this enough?"

He looks down. "Yeah."

He gives me sleeping pills. There is twenty or thirty of them. "Take one or two the most, okay?"

I slowly nod. I did it. There's no going back now.

"If you ever need someone to talk to, I'm here to listen." He says quietly.

"Okay. Thanks." I nod again and put the pills in my drawer.

"Where can I find you if I need more?"

He looks down at me. "Where's your phone?"

I take it out of my pocket and give it to him.

He starts putting his number in but stops. "You don't have a burner phone, do you?"

I think about it. My mother had one. Fuck. I go to my bag and search a side pocket.