My only real friend was is Freya. She's a hippie and I love her. She brang me joy, I was happy and clean for a while but... wasn't enough. She knew I relapsed - I never told her but she knew. I chose them over her.
Freya crying.
"YOU FUCKING IDIOT. I FUCKING HATE YOU!"
Lucas, just high, staring.
"Sooo, we done?"
"WE DONE."
Lucas and Freya lock eyes.
"Is it for real, Luke?"
He stares, no response.
Freya sights, tears running down her face. She walks away.
We still go to the same school, same class. That happened the last day of last school year. This year we seniors. And we finally done.
"I don't get it tho." Freya tells her other friend, Jam.
"He's a crack head, the drugs controlling his brain."
Freya sights.
"What is he on, even?" Jam asks.
"I don't know, it used to be acetone. Then one day he got something gold."
"Molly."
"And then?"
"Then?"
"Molly doesn't knock out."
"Maybe heroin?"
"HEROIN?"
"Nah. I don't know. Ketamine?"
Jam passes Freya her cart, Freya takes a huge puff and starts coughting.
I don't even know how's she been. I thought she was more strong. Intended to help me. But she left me when I needed her.
🎶all the leaves are brown🎶
🎶and the sky is gray🎶
🎶I went for a walk🎶
🎶on a winters day🎶
Black emptiness surrounds Lucas.
🎶memories consume us🎶
🎶fairytales become real🎶
🎶did it all for love🎶
🎶only to be lost, not free🎶
