The Sense of Nothing

Lucy *POV*

LUCY

Time never freezes. But sometimes my mind does. When I have blanketed it in a pretty coating of Methyl Benzoylecgonine, (cocaine chemical that gets you high.) I feel myself awaken. I have all the Crystal white lines spread out on the concrete step of the main entrance to high school. Not very sanitary, I know, but it didn't matter at this point. I could feel it as it burned the lining of my Nasal passage as it shot straight up to my brain. I smiled at the euphoric sense that spread through my conscious. But then my my mind twirled back around to reality as I heard a small click, from behind me. It was a door opening and it had to be the side entrance of the building. I zipped up my jacket and stumbled to my feet. "Hey!" Someone's voice shouted from behind me. I jumped at the sounds and made the mistakes of flipping my head in its direction and stepping down off the steps at the same time. I sent myself tumbling down landing with my body sprawled out wide on the concrete. Fuck, I thought as I tried to pull myself up quickly. But before I was barely even on my hands and knees I felt a hand grip my forearm and yank me up to my feet. I gasped in surprise as my eyes met with my Lit. Teachers, Mr.Fray. He loosened his grip on me and sighed as disappointment spread across his face. I pulled free and my posture sank down I'm embarrassment . Play innocent, I told myself. The last thing that would help in the favor of my well being was my parents getting another phone call about my insolence. He grabbed my face and pulled it up to view it more thoroughly. He dropped and shook his head. "Your high, and just in case you were wondering, yeah you can tell." I moaned in frustration at these very words. " come one kid, why are you doing this? What exactly are you trying to stir up here? " He asked. A few months ago he had caught me leaning up against a wall outside of a gas station, just up the road from the school smoking a blunt in the middle of the clear blue day. He had pitied me and called me up to his office the next day to give me pamphlets to warn me on the outcomes of drugs abuse and depression awareness. Then the clueless idiot called my parents to express his concern about both my physical and mental well being. This pissed my mom off pretty well. She even called my good for nothing dad to have him talk with me. Unfortunately, he did. He picked me up and took me to his fancy ads house in the north side of town where he lived with the Step-birch and my half-sister, Lauren. He and the Step-Bitch (legally known as Linda) Sat me down and fastened on their fake ads smiles and tired to talk me into rehab. I dismissed every damn word they spat from their deceiving little mouths. Lord know how much my father would love to stick me in rehab, because then he wouldn't have to deal with my ass for a while. And every one in his church would pity him and reassure him," It's ok Mr. Thompson, Lucy will learn the way of the Lord and if not, she will get what she deserves," and it will all be a load of bull shit. I waited for Mr. Fray to drag me into.the office and call my mother. But instead he sighed and said,"come with me. " He walked briskly across the vacant parking lot and I followed . I kept my face buried in my hoodie as we walked to blocks the cold night air from nipping at my nose. His car was parked on the outside curb of the chain link fence that went all the way around our school. It was an old beat up hemming vehicle with a very faded paint job. He opened the passenger side door and skilled at me. "Hop in." He said. This was definitely one of those WHAT THE FUCK MOMENTS? It's not common for students to hop in the passenger seat of their teachers car on their way to god knows where. There were three possibilities. 1. He was kidnapping me. 2. Dragging my ads to rehab. 3. Or taking me home which wasn't any better than the first two. But either way my ass was screwed so might as well. I slipped in and after slamming my door shut he walked around to join me in the driver's seat. *** I felt my heart kicking against my chest screaming at me. Mr. Fray's car pulled up and parked on the curb in front of my house. He put the car in park and turned the ignition off. It's not like my mom was gonna do much but Mr. Fray might imply the importance of me getting some treatment and other shit. When he climbed up and started up the front yard I did the same, but while fighting the urge to run away and join a band of prostitutes. I was kinda Hoping my mom wouldn't be home, but when Mr.Fray knocked she came out in a muscle tank, a pair of cut off shorts, her hair pulled back covered in a bandana, and flip flops on. She glared at the sight of us as she puffed on a cigarette she held in her left hand. Me and my mother looked quite a bit alike, but my face didn't have frown lines and all my blonde hair was still intact. "Hello ma'm, I would like to discuss some concerns about your daughter. May I come in?" He asked. You see, the thing about Mr.Fray is that he was way too smart and sophisticated person to waste his time on my mother. He couldn't even use vocabulary that she'll ever begin to understand. Half of their conversation will just be a giant blank space in her memory. She sighed and dropped her down as she looked over and scowled at me. Just to tick her off I tilted my head and smiled with fake innocence. "Good evening mother, What has got you all upset?" I asked condescendingly. I stepped into the house and mordantly pranced away to my room.

My mother entered my room and stood in the doorway smiling and I looked up from my book and knew all too well that a smile from her meant misery from me. She held up a scrap of paper with something scribbled on it. I shut my book and jumped up to snatch the piece of paper from her hand. " What the hell is this? " I asked." Some counseling group he wants you to go to. " I stared at the writing on the paper.Room 130 12 a.m , it read. " This is the counselors office at school. he wants me to go there during lunch?" " Well, you sure landed yourself in a good one this time." She snorted. I darted my eyes at her and shot her a nasty look. " Don't pretend like you have any idea about what situation I'm in. " "Oh but sweetie, I do," She said reaching up to caress my cheek motherly. I slapped her hand away and started screaming," No!!! Don't touch me!" I yelled so loud it sounded more like a loud of chaotic noise rather than words. I breathed hotly my eyes glaring right towards her threateningly. " Don't you fucking yell at me young lady! I'll have you know that no matter how much you don't want to admit, my dear lucy, you are exactly like me!" She yelled back. I shoved past her and flew from the house and through the lawn with tears of anger running down my face.