Drugs and Ecstasy (Joey Jordison x OC)

STAR FISH -5

(A/N guys ik it's a Joey fic but like.. I like typing her story)

One year time skip (btw guys this isn't the big time skip!!)

Before you read here's what's been happening!:

'dear diary, Feb 1991. I haven't been writing in this diary much anymore, funny because it used to be my whole life. This whole feminist punk thing isn't working out very well, I had to stop putting the zines in the bathrooms because the school finally installed cameras. Maybe it won't work out, I don't know but im graduating soon so maybe i can continue it when I go to college, me and Joey have been going out for a while so i guess i might have to break up with him when i go to washington, I won't be going home for break and I don't think I'll be good at far away relationships. I love him though. I'm back on drugs, what's the point of not being on them? I have a new dealer in Iowa, it always was the plan to take drugs if I could. I only got clean because there wasn't any in Iowa, I slept off the sickness while we were on the road trip. Wasn't that bad. I've tried to stop cutting myself though because now Joey will see and I don't want to hear the whole 'you shouldn't hurt yourself' speech. Peace out diary. 〜⁠(⁠꒪⁠꒳⁠꒪⁠)⁠〜' 

I was sitting on my bed, scratching at my arms, I need more drugs (a/n I can't help but giggle at this), I need more but I don't have money. I think to myself for a moment before getting up from my bed, out of my room and into my mom's, I look around a few places before i go into her closet, move a few shirts and grab the box from her top shelf. I get down and set it on her bed before I open it, "SQUIRREL FUND" it read on the top (a/n yes I'm using the term from shamless)

I open it up and take 20 bucks, mom won't notice, she barely even goes in the box. I carefully put the box back on the shelf before I pocket the money and head out of her room. I see my sister, Clara in the corner of the kitchen, kneeled down, hand covering the phone, obviously some middle school drama is being told to her "I never even said that- he said I was a dyke???" I hear Clara whispering over the phone before I signal her to look up at me "I'm going for a walk, I'll be back soon, lock the door and don't answer it for anyone, I have my key. And don't even answer it if the landlord is knocking, if he tries to get in say mom went out to get the rent money." I tell her and she nods and waves me off. Lie. Mom didn't have the rent money, she had no money, she worked a shitty front desk job at a OB/GYN. Fuck I'm surprised my brother Ruby hasn't taken custody over us yet. (A/n Cassie has 9 siblings but only 3 of them live with her and her mom sense they're the only other minors) Back to the story, I walk out the door and out of the apartment, still using the stairs, I'm surprised the apartment hasn't fixed the elevator. It's been a year. I walk out of the building and as I'm walking I walk passed the corner store, and the clerk waves at me, I smile and wave back, we've talked a lot over the passed year, I think he would be disappointed I don't do the zines anymore, or, more likely don't post them in the school, I still make them and print them out at his corner store though because I like talking to him and making them even if it spends my last few pennies. I know he would be disappointed at the fact I'm a drug addict, again, not like he knew the first time. As I walk, I walk passed Joeys house, I rarely go over anymore because any adult would know I was a junkie, so we just fuck in his car. Of course, Joey doesn't know I'm a junkie, bless his soul.

And finally after 15 minutes of walking I make it to my dealers house, it was in a trailer park, like the last, a yellow, and stained brown trailer with trash in the patio, a stray cat eating moldy yogurt by a tipped over trash can, and the usual red neck trailer you could imagine. I walk up the stoned and broken steps of the trailer and knock. 'come in' I hear faintly over the music coming from inside, I walk in and see my dealer on his couch, doing a line on his coffee table "now if it's you Richey, I told you I don't sell heroin anymo- oh, looky here it's Cassie Bang, sit." He says and stumbles over his words when he looks up and see's me. I scoff "I'm not here to talk I'm here to deal. 20 bucks what you got." I say and he chuckles and raises his hands up in fake defense" woah woah, chill, girl. I get that though, what are you withdrawling from?" He says and leans back against his couch as he rubs his chin. "coke. You know that." I say and he scoffs "cass' 20 bucks isn't gonna get you a gram. You know, a little bird told me.. you used to use another type of payment." He says and looks up at me with a smirk, I scoff in disgust "I have a boyfriend, and I don't do that anymore." I Say and shuffle awkwardly. "well, it's up to you, Cassie. Drugs or no drugs. Unless you can get me.. huh, 30 bucks? That's your only option." He tells me with a grin, knowing I can't get that much. " C'mon, Sam, you know I can't get anymore money, my mom will know if I dip in anymore!" I agrue. "too bad, Cassie." He says and stands up, walking over to me. "look! I'll go get more just fuck off" I say and walk out the door, the stray cat was still eating yogurt from the trash. It was cute. Little tuxedo cat with a missing ear. I'm coming back for it. I run over to Joey's house and knock on the door, his mom answers "Hi, miss Jackie, is Joey here?" I ask in a breath and she nods. "he's in the basement, sweetie." She says and I thank her. I go down into the basement and I see him getting up from the throne (a/n I think that's what they call the seat that drummers sit on? Guys correct me if I'm wrong but that's what I'm talking about)