Save me (Neymar jr love story)

thirty-eight

chapter 38: secrets.

I often like to think that no one would put much pressure into thinking about me. I don't like to think that someone would have me on his mind 24/7. because after all, who am i? Really. I'm no one important.

I walked through the streets of Barcelona all alone, on this scary night. it's probably a very bad idea but hey, if i can survive a painful experience of blood vessels popping and having a poisonous serum injected in me, i can definitely walk alone.

I kept my hands in my pockets just to feel slightly bit comfortable. but as i was walking a noticed a guy, probably in his late twenties, handing out little bags-or-packets, should i say. i was very curious and ofcourse me being me, i had to go see what he was handing out.

As i got closer to him, i realized he was giving away packets with powder in them.

Cocaine.

I shook my head and convinced myself that i don't need to approach to him. I walked past him and mentally thanked god i didn't stop and talk to him.

"Hey! You!" I hear someone yell. I didn't bother to look back and reply, but i kept hearing my name being repeated.

I finally look back and still see the guy that was giving out drugs. he was walking towards me. i kind of wanted to run away and go back to the hotel, but a part of me told me to stay.

"I know you want one of them." he said.
He was wearing an all black outfit that wasn't very clear. he had bloodshot eyes, and his nose was a very deep red.

"Want what?" I kept my distance from him.

"This" he got out a packet.

"What is that" i look at him in disgust. but i already know the answer.

"Cocaine sweet heart." he smiled.

"Well no thank you I don't need it." i said.

But he walked a little towards me and slipped the little bag in my pocket.

"Keep it there" he smiled.

And with that, he left.

"But i-i don't need those" i yell for him to listen.

"Trust me, you will" he smiles and disappears into the distance.

Why will i ever need drugs?

Even in my hardest and toughest moments, will i use them?

I don't know. and I don't want to. I thought about throwing them away, but what if I actually need them? What if i just want to forget everything i have ever gotten myself into?

I shook my head and cleared my thoughts.

Could i really be an addict?
***

I closed the door behind me and huffed. it was a long day. i took off my army-green jacket and hung it on the wall, but I remembered that the little bag of powder was in the jacket's pocket. i took it and went to my room. i looked for a place to hide it, until i decided to hide it under the mattress of my bed.

There. no one can see it.

"hey" i Neymar's voice filled my ears and i my hands slightly started shaking.

Neymar cannot know about this.

i looked back and saw him standing by the door with his hands in his pockets.

"hey" i smiled and gave a nervous laugh.

"whats wrong?" he asked as he got closer. and as much as i want to move away from him, i cant. he'll become more curious.