Druggie Love - Septiplier AU

20- Mistake

My feet couldn't carry me faster. Running, so, so eager to get a sniff. I'm set back $95, but God is it gonna be worth it.

I drop my keys, fumbling for them on the ground outside my apartment door. My hands are pale and shaky from excitement; grabbing my keys finally, I shove them into the lock. Turning too slowly for my liking, the door finally opens.

I scramble around my small apartment after locking my door. I soon gather the necessary materials: one razor, a mirror, and I rolled up a twenty dollar as a makeshift straw. My jeans are too tight; either that, or my hands are shaking too much to pull out the gram I bought.

'What the hell am I doing? I'm in NA for fucks sake! I met Mark, the man of my dreams! Am I really willing to throw all this away? Should I write this down? Do I call Mark?' These thoughts swim through my muddled mind leaving doubt tracing my thoughts. I debate whether or not I should use or call Mark. My hand reaches for my phone, and I get as far as pulling up his number, but I just can't do it. I can't let him know. He'd report me! I'd just disappoint him if he found out.

I nod to myself, suddenly making so much sense. Tossing my phone somewhere behind me, I grab the twenty I rolled up. I roll it between my fingers, looking at the few lines I've made. Looking back and forth between the straw, my phone, and the lines, I make up my mind.

'I'll just use just this once, and then I won't tell Mark, and I'll be over it. Right? Yeah, totally. It's a good idea. It's a great idea, actually. What's taking me so long? Let's get this over with, Jack. Why such hesitation?'

I insert my twenty part- way into my nose, aligning the other end with the beginning of one of the lines. "Fuck it," I mumble under my breath. I snort hard and fast, the line of Terror shooting straight into my head. The feeling of the long- awaited euphoria quickly returns. Oh, God, I've missed this so much.

I can feel my eyes practically roll back into my head, the immense pleasure rocking my whole body. I let my head fall back onto the couch I sat in front of. My nose hurts from not using lately; I rub it around on the palm of my hand.
This was so worth disobeying Mark.

Mark. I disappointed him. "Mark," I whimper, talking to no one, "Oh, fuck! What have I done?!?"
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Tuesday. The first meeting of this week. Last Thursday was a roller coaster of emotions and actions. I snorted half a line this morning; I hadn't done any lines all weekend; what's half a line anyway, really? Is it all that bad? No, of course not. At least, that's what I thought.

Mark greets me outside the door of the first meeting. "Hey, Jack. I'm so glad you're here early. They're doing a surprise random drug- test. I take it you've kept clean, yeah?" he says, hope evident in his chocolate eyes. His eyes dim and become dull when he reads my astonished and panicked expression. "Oh, no. No, fuck! Jack, what the fuck?!" He grabs my shoulders, shaking them roughly. I begin to cry, falling into his embrace. "Mark, I-I'm so s-sorry. I wanted to c-call you I-I really did-d but I just thought that-that it'd be okay that no one would find out but oh god fuck what have I done?!?" I'm a crying, whimpering mess, and I'm sure I'm soaking Mark's shoulder with my tears.
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A/N - second to last chapter. I'm sorry ;_; So, voting: A) I leave the story here? or B) continue it with marks POV? Comment A or B :) I want y'all's opinions on what this story should take. If most answer A, then there's one more chapter then it'll be over ;-; Vote! Love yall! Kate~~