a sister who's actions are untamed,
and a brother who's feelings are untamed.
With complete different personalities, yet an awesome bond, the siblings join a summer camp. She plans to fix her problems, he plans to make friends.
But while she's able...
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The thing about drugs is that it only lasts for a while.
Then you feel even worse than you did before.
So you want more drugs to feel happy again.
Just for the guilt to be ten times worse.
I did something at Eli's house. I don't remember doing it, but I know it was me.
According to the eight hundred dollars I found in my pocket.
Even worse, I doubt Eli has that much physical cash. Means I must've taken shit from other people, too.
The galaxy is slipping away from me. My arm can't reach it. Neither can it still reach the horizon. The wonderful thing is leaving from my grasp.
My mouth feels glued shut as I slump to the floor in my room. My eyes close once my ear presses against the soft carpet. I hear a heartbeat. A heartbeat absorbing me physically. Taking me away from the floor. Taking me in the floor.
I roll on my back. Spiders are crawling all over the ceiling. Some fall down onto me. I want to scream, but the glue is there. I want to move, but I'm being held. The little insects are forming cuffs around my ankles and hands. I can feel them tickle my skin. The rush of wind when they walk past the hairs on my arms makes me shiver. Goosebumps on my body make it bumpy for them, like hills or mountains.
I close my eyes. I breathe deeply. I feel the sensation of their tingling bodies in my mouth. I blow air away, along with a few of the spiders. They never fully leave, though.
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Lyndon, Minho, and Eli are sitting in the living room. They're discussing things. Eli and Minho their hard voices echo in my head. They're angry. Angry voices swirling through my head like a thunderstorm mirroring against pieces of my brain.
The echoes and slow-paced world are the last effects of the drugs before they'll be completely gone. I can already feel the devastating feeling begin to grow. It'll become the worst thing ever soon.
"I'm going on a walk," I tell them.
"I don't think—"
"I'm going on a walk, Lyndon," I repeat sharply. "I'll be back before it gets dark."
"Take your phone and put your location on," Minho says.
"No."
"Yes."
"You're not gonna fucking stalk me as I take a simple walk."
"We won't," Lyndon promises. "We'll only look at your location once it's dark and you're not back yet, okay? So live up to your promise and be back before the dark."
"Okay, fine. Whatever." I slip my phone in my pocket. With a grunt, I slam the front door shut, and start jogging to the white house.
See? It's already starting. The sick aftertaste of drugs. The moodiness. Hating everything.
