𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 || 𝐣𝐣 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐤

The Drawer

A/N: Yn is Kie's twin and is JJ's best friend.

TW : drugs.

I've been addicted to drugs since I was fifteen, and I'm now turning seventeen in a few months. I know that my addiction is far from good, but I can't help it. I can't help that the drugs make me feel things I've never felt before.

Obviously, nobody knows about my addiction other than my dealer. Even then, I keep my head low and my words vague.

My best friends; the pogues, can never know about this, nor my parents. If any of them find out, I will literally be grounded for years upon years. Honestly, my parents would probably send me away to keep their reputation clean and perfect.

I'm currently sitting at my desk in my bedroom, my door locked and a line of white powder centered on the desktop. My eyes are glued to the substance, contemplating if I should take it or not. I know that I shouldn't, but I also know that my body yearns for it.

I let out a huff of defeat as I stick a finger to the outside of my right nostril, leaning down and snorting up the powder in a swift motion. I've become skilled at snorting lines, which I obviously know isn't a healthy skill.

Suddenly, a knock sounds at my door, causing my body to tense up as my eyes widen in panic. Once my mind registers that someone is at my bedroom door, I clear my throat. "One sec!" I splutter out, scrambling to stuff the remaining powder, which's in a plastic baggy,  into the bottom of my drawer.

Once I hide my dark secret, I let out a silent breath, collecting myself and walking over to the door. I unlock it. "Yn, dinner is ready! Mom called your name twice!" It's Kie.

My body relaxes after realizing it's my twin sister. She doesn't know about my addiction, but I'm happy it isn't one of my parents, because I know it would be harder to remain calm and collected.

I nod, my hand holding onto the edge of the door. "No— yeah, sorry. I was just studying." I brew up a lie, scratching my eyebrow before letting my hand drop to my side awkwardly.

I can tell that Kie's knows something is up, but I don't care. I brush past her, patting her back at the last second. "Let's eat." I force a smile onto my face, attempting to guide Kie's attention away from my weird and unusual behavior.

*Time Skip ~ Kie's Pov*

Yesterday when I went to get Yn for dinner, I noticed that she was acting weird. Ever since freshman year of highschool she's been acting up, but she's been getting really odd lately. I've always assumed that she's just becoming a new person, but I'm staring to realize it's more than that. Whoever Yn is now, isn't the Yn I once knew everything about.

I regret ignoring her behavior for as long as I have, but at least I'm acting on my suspicions now. I mean, it's better late than never.

My sister is currently outside surfing, so I've finally struck a chance to sneak into her room and see what's up. Normally, I would never condone invading someone's privacy, but this circumstance is different.

I just have a bad feeling.

I sneakily slip into Yn's room, letting the door quietly click shut behind me. My hands reach for her nightstand drawers, those catching my attention for some reason.

After opening the drawers and letting my hands search wildly, I find the drawers to be clean. Well, not actually clean. She has a books, gum, knickknacks, and condoms in her drawers.

Gross.

What I mean is that her drawers are clean for coke, meth, weed, or whatever I'm assuming to find. If I'm being honest, I'm not to sure what I'm looking for, but I'll know once I see it.

I let my hands rest on the back of my head, my eyes scanning the room, acting like if I just stare hard enough, something will appear in the air.

My narrowed eyes stop scanning once they fall upon Yn's desk. She's always at the fucking desk. Whenever she's sitting there, I often times spot her hovering over her bottom drawer.

Bingo.

I throw the drawer open, letting my hands rip away hair product bottles that are littering the area. My whole body freezes as I find what I've been looking for, what I've been dreading— coke.

I raise the tiny bag up into the air, my hands shaking as my eyes stay focused on the white powder in the ziplock-baggy.

I have no idea what to do. I wonder if I should tell my parents, or if I should tell the pogues, or if I should try and talk to Yn first. My mind is blank but full at the same time.

The only thing that I do know is that I can't let Yn keep doing coke. She's been doing it for who knows how long, and I can't let her throw her life away, or even worse, end her life.

A/N: the next part will be filled with crazy scenes. also, lmk if you guys have any imagine ideas because idkkk what to write. anyway, love you guysss. bye bye.