Redemption |ShadowPeach|

08 - Satisfied or not

TW// please proceed with caution! Mentions of weed, being stoned, addiction, also mentions of suicide and depression is ahead.

Please also do not comment about how I added that to the story. It's a part of Kaine's character development.

Before you go on with the chapter. Kaine's POV will look like this as the book goes on.

Oh! There's also smut ahead, too. But that's later!

Enjoy the chapter, darling!

| K9 |

Staring at nothing was normal for me. School was out for the day, and it was now probably in the early evening somewhere? I wasn't sure because I've been staring up at the ceiling for the longest time, and suddenly it didn't feel like such a chore. Or that could be because I'm stoned as hell right now. Smirking at myself and thinking about all the possible things I could do while high. Although, you can't get addicted to weed, (seriously you can't, and people may say otherwise, but it's basically medical marijuana). But, BUT you can get addicted to the high if you aren't careful. I have manic depression, so the high prevented me from killing myself from the hell I was brought into.

Sighing heavily and I swore that my hearing turned into nothing, half of my hearing turned itself off most of the time whenever I was like this, which meant that I was not too stoned but stoned enough to where I was relaxed. Often I would be seeing these shapes and colors on the ceiling and the walls. I had been too lazy to take down last year's Christmas lights. So that could have been it. Soon I heard talking on the other side of the apartment door, and soon it opened to reveal not just my twin sister, but also our friend Redson.

I texted him early on, that had to be maybe an hour or so ago. I think? I wasn't entirely sure.

"Yooo, bro! You finally made it." I say, sitting up on the couch now. My twin rolled her eyes and closed the door, walking into the kitchen. She didn't always like that I was often high. She came back out and gave me a glass of water. "Kaine. Every single time I come home, you're always high." She said, and I took the glass out of her hands easily. Staring at the water now in the cup. "Yeah well, if it weren't for my fuckin' depression I wouldn't be having to take it. It's my buzz, sis. My buzz." I replied, beginning to drink from the glass.

Redson looked unbothered by this fact. Knowing that it helps me in some way to smoke. I mean, Redson smokes and he's fine-- oh wait.

He smokes cigarettes. Not blunts. Or are those the same?? I questioned in my head, almost to the point it felt louder than usual. My sister cared for me, surely because I was her brother and her only blood. Although our parents passed away when we were only fifteen, it's been about four years or so since then. We had to live with our grandparents until her and I reached a certain age, we were then kicked out at the age of eighteen to start our lives.

I would start with the whole sob story of how our parents perished in a huge fire that caused them to get caught in it. Our family had worked well with the mob. And we ended up becoming bastards just because of not having a mom or a dad. Sighing heavily, and trying not to think back on that day. That was when my suicidal and intrusive thoughts started. Four years--

"Kaine."

I thought I passed this..

"K9-"

"Huh?" I started toward Redson, he pushed my shoulder a bit. I blinked one moment to the next he was sitting beside me. Fuck the high was ending and I needed more time to feel at least better.

God, I'm such a stoner. "You good, man?" He asked. My sister held that worried expression on her face. "Yeah. I guess.." I said. But if I said
'oh yea, I'm awesome'. It would be a lie. "C'mon, something is on your mind. If you don't talk, then I'll walk-"