More Than a Teacher - Ashton Irwin

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TW* violence

Ashton

The MD is rushing through my veins. It's a fresh hit and a strong one too.

Only twenty minutes ago I carelessly swallowed two pills of the ecstasy filled drug. It even had a small smiley face imprinted on the front and if you didn't know what it was you'd think it was candy.

I haven't taken MD in years. The last time I did it made me hallucinate to the point I thought I was invincible and nearly threw myself off a balcony.
This energetic party drug often popular with teenagers is now pumping me up and making me feel high and happy. I feel like nineteen year old me. My surroundings feel and sound way more intense, my heart beats hard in my chest as adrenaline saturates my blood. To put it simply, I feel so alive I could run a marathon.

I burst into the same pub I was in just a couple of weeks ago. The only difference is it's 10pm and packed full of piss heads. I also have more patience this time as I'm already drowning out my sadness and guilt. Last time I was agitated and came in here for a quick fix, only for no one to serve me. That's until I demanded a beer from a rude bartender who actually shoved my cash into his pocket instead of the till.

There's a single free seat up at the bar. Wow it must be fate. It was right there just for me, sweetly calling my name.

I trail in, weaving my away through people all loudly laughing and gulping down alcohol. I pull out the bar stool and take a seat amongst the crowd of people chatting and leaning against the bench.

Seriously if you're not waiting for a drink, fuck off. There's a range of other places to stand and you choose right here?

I intertwine my twitching hands and rest them on the table top. Watching the bartenders behind the counter, racing from one end to the other pouring and serving drinks feels like I'm watching life in fast forward. It looks like they were moving so quickly, like little bees swarming around a hive to make honey.

Man, I am so high.

I don't realize I'm staring at the wall filled with glass bottles of heavy spirits for over ten minutes. No thoughts are running through my mind, my head is empty in fact. I'm just so fucked up that sit emotionlessly gazing into the distance.

"Hi? Can I help you?" A lady with chestnut brown hair appears in front of me and I have to blink a few times to remove the blur from my vision.

Her features are drowned out with exhaustion like she's had a big shift but the energy in her voice tries its best to hide it.

"Oh hi, Uh just a... Ummm," My eyes blink slowly as one delays and actually stays open before rolling shut.

She glares at me slightly horrified as she waits for my stuttering to subside so that she can take my order. The only issue is, I can't even name an alcoholic drink off the top of my head.

"Just a...." She draws out like it would encourage me to finish my sentence.

"I-I don't know." I squint to inspect the back wall.

C'mom idiot, name a fucking drink will you.

"Would you like me to give you some options?"
She patiently asks, making my furrowed brows relax.