Save me (Neymar jr love story)

Thirty-nine

Chapter 39: nothing was the same.
(((A/N:- JUST A LITTLE DISCLAIMER, THIS CHAPTER INCLUDES DRUGS. I AM NOT TRYING TO PROMOTE THEM IN ANY WAY, THIS IS JUST A SIMPLE STORY AND IT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH PROMOTING GRAPHIC VIOLENCE, SEX, DRUGS, OR ALCOHOL. PLEASE DO NOT GET THIS TWISTED. ALSO, THIS CHAPTER'S SONG IS 'THE WORST' BY JHENE AIKO.)))

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Never in my life do i ever think of trying anything addictive. like drugs. and even though i have one just right under my mattress, it doesn't mean i want to be and addict. and I especially don't want Neymar to know i have cocaine hiding in my room.

But do you ever get that feeling, where.. you just want to forget everything for a while? Every mistake you have ever done, what ever you got yourself into, or sudden changes that just shock you and you have no idea what is happening around you? Yeah. Apparently the cure for that is drugs. and every once in a while someone needs to forget. wether it was with drugs, alcohol, or anything else i'm not aware of. I know it was from Dan and all, but... if he was handing it out to other people then I'm pretty sure i could have a little bit.

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(1 hour later)

boy did it feel weird. my nose was a little red and a little powder here and there. nothing too crazy to drug dealers but obviously this was insane to me. i can't judge how i feel now, i don't know if i like i or not. but i definitely don't hate it. i did feel a little dizzy after 4 to 5 sniffs, but it was bittersweet because i got to forget some of my deepest and darkest fears. and boy did that feel good. this is definitely not something i would have expected to do when i moved to Brazil. i expected to attend my second year in college and really just focus on my knowledge. but what can i say? i guess my plans weren't very 'planned'.

i know this is wrong in so many ways. i know that if i get caught by someone, i will probably be sent to jail. i know that, and i know for sure that if Neymar knew, he would probably leave me and go his own way. i know my dad would be so disappointed in me. i know Mason would probably never look up to me as his 'inspiring older sister'. i know my friends would also leave me too. Its not like they haven't done it before.

but just as long as i don't get addicted to it, i'm safe. and as long as no one knows about this, i'm safer.

i was laying infront of my bed on the floor. the little packet had just a little bit of powder in it. but something i noticed after a while, was Dan's number being attached to the little bag. i don't know why exactly he put it there, but i wont risk asking him for another pack of cocaine.

my hands were slightly shaking and so where my legs. my nose was feeling a little soar and numb, and my face was very pale. i picked myself up from the floor and cleaned up any residue or clue left from my stupid decision, and slowly made my way to the bathroom. washing my face, mostly focusing on my nose, i realized it took me about an hour and a half to do all of this. and i don't think i'm ready to sacrifice that much time everyday just to 'sniff some cocaine'. i dried my face with a towel and looked at myself in the mirror. my nose was still a little red, so i covered the redness with some concealer. it looked pretty good and concealed.

i walked out of the bathroom and was greeted by Neymar standing infront of me. my body froze in its position, and my face went a white-pale, just like my hands. his eyes were staring at me, as if they were lasers.

"is there something wrong?" i asked with a shaky tone to my voice. i walked to my vanity and pretended i was taking my makeup off even though i didn't have a bit on my face. glancing at the mirror, he was now sitting on my bed with his arms folded across his chest. i made sure the little packet was under my mattress. but now that i think about it, its probably not the best hiding place.