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"And now that it's over, I'll never be sober"
007 : THE TRIALS*
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TRIAL ONE: TOLERANCE
THE TIME FOR the first trial to begin had come and Michelangelo couldn't help but feel a little afraid as he looked at the substances laid out before him.
Six shots of a clear liquor, three packs of what could be mistaken as pixie sticks if he didn't know better, a blunt, and a handful of colorful pills.
For a moment Angelo wondered if it was too late to go back, and then he looked at Malachai. The one person in his life that made him feel safe and worth something. He couldn't let him down.
"Alright, so trial one is pretty self explanatory you have to get through at least trying everything laid before you. Sound good?" Michelangelo couldn't speak, so he tried to put on his most determined face and offered a stiff nod to which the leader of the ghoulies nodded back.
With that, Michelangelo picked up the first shot.
Looking back the alcohol was definitely the easiest part of the first trial. Due to playing basketball the teen had never tried any drugs before, although he had every opportunity to, and having to smoke a full blunt by himself for his first time was a challenge. He'd never even been tipsy before let alone cross-faded, and that was just the start of it.
Angelo was already melting into his seat when he was handed the jingle jangle, Malachai was made of luminescence under the strobe lights and vaguely the teenager thought he may have heard him say something like; "You can't sell it if you don't try it." but he wasn't sure.
The music was so loud and everything was so slow around him, it didn't even feel like it was his hand reaching out to take the familiar drug until he brought it up to his nostril and inhaled, hard.
He felt it almost immediately, his eyes rolled back into his head as he experienced an entirely different high. Briefly he thought 'I understand why you did this all the time, mom' and then he let that high roll over him.
The blond only ended up finishing one tube, taking the other hit in his other nostril as he tried to reach for the pills. He had to finish this, there was still two more trials before the marking and he had to get to the end, although he no longer remembered why or maybe he did he just couldn't grasp it.
Angelo couldn't grasp anything at that moment but somehow he managed to get his hand around the pills that were offered to him, and he felt his throat constrict around every single one as they went down he was almost positive you could see them swallowing them through the skin of his neck.
A moment passed and he stood, his eyes were completely out of focus it felt like he was watching from outside of his own body.
He waited another moment, hyper aware of everything but unable to hear the music he could still feel vibrating in the floor. He could only focus on the sweat dripping past his ear, the hot air against his skin, the way his stomach was trying to regurgitate whatever he just put it in it.
He took a deep breath, swallowed the bile back down and for a moment beyond the slow blurred masses he almost thought he could see his mother standing there, just as pale and dead as when he last saw her.
She didn't try to speak to him she just stared.
And then Malachai was in front of him and the music was back, he did it.
He had completed the first trial.
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word count: 627
authors note:ugh i hate posting short chapters so bad but it just makes more sense for now! trial two up next! like and comment! <3
