Drowning|| Drug Addict Bakugo

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Detention ended, and I quickly grabbed my bag and began walking home. I was urgent to get home and sleep, or do literally anything that didn't require talking to people. As soon as I made it home, I slammed open the front door. Sero's dad was home from work, which was abnormal but I muttered a hello to be "polite". I threw my backpack on the floor and laid on my futon, covering myself with my blanket and shutting my eyes. I was too restless to sleep, thinking about the colorful pills that were in my backpack stored later for tonight. I hear Sero  talk to his father. They communicate in Spanish, so I can't really understand much, other than "mijo" and "lo siento". I squeezed my eyes shut when I heard Sero stomp up the stairs and enter the room. "I know you're awake Kat," he grumbles out. I rolled my eyes and heaved my body up. "I talked to Dad, about the bathroom today. When Mom gets home, she'll know too. I'm warning you now, that dad wants to do weekly drug tests, so yeah," he explained with a sad tone. "What are they going to do if it comes back positive?" I asked quietly. He shrugs and I let out a frustrated groan. "This is fucking stupid.." I mumbled, my heart racing at the thought of what they could do. "We just want you to feel okay," Sero says as he changes out of his uniform into comfy clothes. "Well, drugs make me feel okay," I mumble. "Without that shit!" He raises his voice. I flinch lightly, flashbacks of my mother screaming at me swarming my head. I held my head low, staring at the ground. My mind was screaming, thoughts too loud for my own good. "Please..just let me do this. I can't stand it," I mutter desperately. "I can't stand seeing you kill yourself because of this!" He says as he throws a shirt over his head. My sight is glued to the floor as I pull my knees to my chest. I put my chin on my knees and furrow my brows in thought.

"I understand that your life was fucking shit, but you can't put that suffering onto everyone else," Sero grumbles out as he sat on his bed. I hugged my knees tightly, feeing tears prick my eyes, guilt filling my chest. "I'm sorry," I mumble out quietly, my voice cracking and my lip quivering. "Don't cry... I'm sorry I got mad," I hear him say as he gets off of the bed and sits next to me. I glance at him and then stare at the floor, swallowing back the lump in my throat, doing everything I can to not cry. "Mom will be home soon, just half an hour or so. Then we can have a family meeting, talk this out, and have the best set plan, okay?" He says with a soft voice that still made my heart jump. I nodded as I bit my lip, my mind coming up with scenarios.

What if she sends me away? What if she kicks me out? Will I be homeless? Will I have to leave school because I can't afford it? Will I get thrown into rehab? Will I get searched? My pills.. I need to find a safe place to hide them. I need to take some, my mind is so loud. But then I'll get caught, and that's worse.

"Whatever you're thinking so intensely about, relax. It'll be okay," Sero said reassuringly. "Shut up.." I grumble, my thoughts not willing to let up. The high from earlier was long gone, and I was more sentient than I have been in the past few days. I know I was able to make it two weeks without being high, and honestly I'm surprised I did. But I feel like I'm drowning and I just want it to end.

"Mom is in the driveway, let's go," Sero says as he stands up. "Can I change first? Tell her I'll be right down," I ask. He nods and leaves the room. I change from my uniform into a pair of shorts and a hoodie to hide my wrist. I look at my backpack nervously before biting my lip. I could hide it under his mattress, but then I wouldn't be able to get it back. I gaze around the room and decide to grab the bag of pills and put them in a hoodie pocket in the closet. I quickly head downstairs and see them all sitting in the living room chatting. I stuffed my hands into my pocket and entered the room. Their eyes landed on me and I gulped nervously. I sat on a loveseat sofa, pulled my knees up to my chest and hugged them tightly.

"So, Sero said he found you skipping class in the bathroom, high, Mijo," Sero's mom said quietly. "Yeah, so what?" I asked sourly. "Don't act that way, Kat. We're only trying to help," Sero says sternly. I look at his eyes and saw that they were full with concern. I sigh and place my head on my chin. "What can we do to help you?" Sero's mom asked. I shrugged and hit my lips nervously. "Would therapy help?" Sero asked. I looked at him with a deadpan glare, clearly saying 'you can't be fucking serious'. He sighs and bites his nails as he thinks. The room is quiet for a moment until Sero's dad clears his throat. "Maybe.. try some months? See how you feel?" He says in patchy Japanese. Sero's mom clarifies in Spanish with him for a few moments before nodding and smiling. "He is suggesting you try it out for a little while, see how you feel with it, and if you like it we can continue, but if you don't, we'll take you out?" She said suggestively. I continued to bite my lip until I tasted blood. I licked it up and sigh.

"Whatever. Are we done now?" I asked, anticipating hiding in my room under my covers. "Is that a yes?" Sero asks with hopeful eyes. "Yeah, whatever. You guys wanna try so bad, than whatever. Don't go off crying when it doesn't work," I mutter as I stood from the seat. "Try to keep your head up high, hunny. We're going to be drug testing you though, so we can ensure you're not still doing drugs," she said calmly. "Why?! Fuck oh my god! This is fucking stupid!" I yell out as I begin stomping up the stairs. "Fuck this shit! Give the fuck up!" I shouted as I entered the room. I grabbed my bag of pills and shoved it into my pockets before I angrily grab my phone. I check the percentage. 57%. Good enough.

Me: send me your address. I need to get out of this damn house

Mind Fuck: aight, but no smoking inside.
(Address sent)

I clicked on the address and saw it was a 20 minute walk. I begin packing some clothes and my school stuff until I heard Sero enter the room. "Where are you going?" He asked sadly. "Out," I mutter as I throw underwear and pants into my spare bag. "Are you running away?!" He asks loudly. "No! Fuck goddammit! I'm just get out of here for a little bit, I'm going fucking crazy! You guys always on my fucking ass! I'm tired of it! I just want to feel goddamn happy!" I shouted as I stared at him with tear filled, furious eyes. He looked at me with shocked eyes that grew glossy and filled with tears.

"Whatever! Go off and get high! Kill yourself for all I care! I'm tired of helping when all I get is shit back!" Sero shouted. I let out a scoff of disbelief. "What the hell is going on?" I hear Sero's mom storming up the stairs. I began packing all my things into the bag as I listen to Sero explain to his mom. "Why would you say that?" She says to him with cracks in his voice. "It doesn't fucking matter, I'm out of here. Don't bother looking for me," I growl out as I grabbed my bags and pushed past them. And sprinted down the stairs. I hear Sero's dad ask me where I was going before I opened the door and slammed it shut behind me and began sprinting as I listened to the GPS tell me where to go.