I Met Him Online // Malum

Chapter 16

-Michael

This past week all I did was go to school, shower, lay in my bed, sleep, and text Calum. I barely have been eating, and honestly all I wanted to do was just be in my bed all day, not because I'm lazy and love my bed, it's just that I haven't had the motivation to get out of bed and go in with my life.

My dad started to take notice to this and he thinks that my depression is getting worse, but I just keep telling him that I'm fine. I had stopped taking my pills, and if my dad asked if I took them I would say yes, and to make sure he wouldn't get suspicious looking at the full pill bottle, I would flush some down the toilet. I just didn't want to take them anymore. I don't need them anymore.

School has been a living nightmare for me lately. I stopped doing my homework, stopped studying, I wouldn't answer the teachers if they called on me or tried to talk to me, and I was failing all my classes. I just didn't think school was that important.

It was Friday after school, and I was currently laying in my bed like usual, looking up at the ceiling, wondering what the fuck I'm doing with my life.

Should I go to college?

Hahaha no

Should I get a job?

Hell no, that involves doing work, and I don't feel like doing work. I don't feel like doing anything.

I sighed, and rolled over on my side. I had no clue what I wanted to do. All of a sudden there was a knock on my more and I mumbled a quiet come in.

My dad opened the door and peeked his head in, and then came into my room. He sat down next to me, and gave me a small smile.

"How are you doing, Mikey?" he asked.

"Fine." I mumbled.

"How is Calum?" he asked.

"Fine." I mumbled again, and he sighed.

"Michael, why aren't you talking to me?" he asked with a frown.

"I'm talking to you right now, aren't I?" I say, and after that we didn't say anything to each other. We just sat in silence. And after a while my dad finally decided to speak up.

"Michael, I think you need to go to therapy." he says, and my eyes widen.

"No! There is no way in hell am I going to fucking therapy!" I yell.

"Your depression is getting worse, Mike. You haven't been eating, and your teachers called me saying that your failing. You need to go Michael." he says, and I shake my head. I'm not going to fucking tell my problems to a random stranger.

"No! I don't need it! I'm fine!" I say.

"Michael, your not fine!" he yells, and my eyes widen for the second time. My dad has never yelled at me before, until now. He see's my expression and sighs.

"Your not fine... You've lost a lot of weight and your getting really unhealthy... And I know that you haven't been taking your pills..."

"I'll start taking them I promise! Just don't make me go to therapy!" I practically beg.

"I found this really nice place with really nice people, and I set you an appointment for tomorrow at three. I think you'll like it there." he says, and I scoff. I would never like it there.

"You already made me an appointment!?" I ask angrily.

"I'm sorry Michael, I just really think this a good idea."

"A good idea?! I good idea?! You honestly this is a fucking good idea?!" I yell, and he flinches.

"M-Michael, please calm down." he said. I scoff, and shake my head, quickly walking out of my room.

"Where are you going?" He asks, when I open the front door.

"None of your fucking business!" I yell, and slam the front door shut. I quickly got into my dad's car, turning it on, and driving far away. I didn't know where I was going, but I just wanted to get far away as possible.

I put on the song Better Off Dead by Sleeping With Sirens, and put it on full blast. I gripped the steering wheel angrily and thought what if it was better if I was dead?

Once I was at a red light, I grabbed my dad's hidden cigarette pack, which he only uses when he really wants to. I lit it up, and quickly breathed the substance in, coughing slightly, but went back to it. Eventually I went through the whole pack, which sucked because I couldn't by more since I was underage. I guess I'm gonna have to make a fake I.D some day.

Suddenly something clicked into my head. My cousin my twenty year old Cousin David is a drug dealer. He could get me anything that I wanted, and for free.

I smirked and pulled into a parking lot, parking the car, and getting my phone from my pocket. Once I found his name in my contacts, I quickly sent him a text.

Hey, David it's Michael. I was wondering if you could hook me up with something? - M

Yeah, sure buddy. What would ya like? Meth, Heroine, Weed, etc? - D

Uh.., weed? And maybe a couple of cigarette packs as well? - M

Sure thing. Where ya at? - D

I looked up to find out where I was, and found out that I was at 7 Eleven.

7 Eleven - M

K, I'm on ma way - D

I sighed and put my phone away. I knew what I was doing, and I knew that it will soon lead into something bad. I never really liked drugs. I only tried weed once when I was at a random party, and after that I never wanted to get into them, but now I just feel like I should be more fun and try different things, or maybe I just really wanted something to be able to forget life for a while.

I could cut instead of doing drugs, but Calum would be very disappointed if I do that, so I feel like this is my second option. And plus Calum will never know.

Suddenly there was a tap on my window, and I looked over and saw David. I unlocked the door and he quickly got in.

"So Michael what made you want to suddenly do drugs?" he asks, and I shrug.

"I don't know. Just give me the fucking weed and smokes." I say, and he rolls his eyes but takes the substances out of his jacket pocket, handing them to me.

I smiled as I held them in my hand. I never felt this excited over something before. Not even when I met Calum.

I drove me and David to an abandoned building, and we climbed up the ladder, going up on the roof. We sat down on the edge and David got everything ready. He smirked at me and handed me a blunt.

I breathed it in, and of course coughed at first causing David to laugh, but I eventually got used to it. And suddenly I realized what I should be doing with my life.

Doing drugs.

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Hey guys! I honestly don't know what I did with this chapter. I just wanted to make it different.

So basically Michael is going to become a drug addict because of his depression. And he wants some type of relief instead of cutting.

QOTD: Have you guys ever smoked something before?

AOTD: Nope. I'm too much of a coward lol

Should I do like a character answer thing? Or is it to early?

I'm very bored and it's Iike 1 in the morning here, so if your still up you should message me here on wattpad and we should talk because I have no friends 😂

Anyways bye guys! Have a great day!