"yo angel, do you do nic"

it floods back to me.

all the memories

all the problems

the throwing up

the coughs

the depressions

the worry

the anxiety

having my vape safe in my room sent me into a spiral

how do I answer this?

this question.

the question I would easily answer

"yea of course I do"

the question I would ask

the question that I still regret saying yes to.

Im fucking stupid


"yeah but I quit. my girl ain't into that and neither am I anymore after jolie and tat"

"ohh girl I gotchu"

thank god

relief washes through my body

I get another notification from her

"I was js asking bc you seem like you would be an addict or sum shi"

can I even be hurt?

do I even have the right to be offended.

I scoffed in the moment and didnt text back.

but that text sat in my head

for an 30 minutes at most,

or an hour

or 2

maybe 4?

probably 6.

by the 10th hour,

it consumed me.

god I make no sense.

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⏰ Last updated: Jun 15 ⏰

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