Haunted

c o k e

✫ ༒ Joey ༒ ✫

High out of my mind on coke, I wandered the streets. Unable to stand still for more than a minute. It was pure ecstasy.

It shut my mind off.
Which was what I needed after my dad had beaten my mam black and blue, only for me to step in and also receive a beating.

My life was a fucking disaster. When I wasn't off my trolly on drugs, then I was watching my family get hit or taking the hits myself.

Drugs were the only thing I looked forward to. It was my pathetic, fucked up way of getting through life.

Unsure of where I was headed, I was confused but not surprised to find myself looking up at Gabriella's house.

If you could call it that, it was more like a mansion.

I took off towards the back of the house, like I'd been doing for the past month and shakily climbed up the trellis.

When I was finally on her balcony, I took a minute to try and compose myself.

Not that the drugs were helping with that.

I peeked into Gabriella's bedroom that was illuminated by the television and a lamp. I could see her seated with her back to the door, writing in a book at her desk.

Tapping gently on the glass door, I watched as she slowly turned around. Her face turned from worry to relief when I gave her a small wave.

She was immediately on her feet and walking towards the door. She unlocked it and pulled it open.

"Joey? What's going on? I didn't know you were coming over," She smiled softly, moving out of the way so I could step inside.

"Sorry," I mumbled, "I didn't know where else to go."

"No, it's okay! I just wasn't expecting it," She shrugged, "I look shit."

She most definitely did not.

Her long brown hair was thrown up into a ponytail, her face was free of makeup and she was dressed in striped pyjama pants and a fitted white t-shirt.

She looked fucking amazing. It was a completely different look than her usual skirt and sweater outfits.

"You couldn't if you tried," I smirked, moving to drop down onto her bed.

Her cheeks turned pink and she instantly looked away.

"So, Joey," She muttered, sitting next to me on the bed, "What made you come here of all places?"

"You're my friend," I offered.

"Your best friend," She giggled, nudging my shoulder with hers.

"I don't have a best friend," I furrowed my brow.

"Yes you do! It's me," She teased.

For some reason, I couldn't force out the words 'no it's not' so "Fine, I guess you are," came out instead.

"I knew you liked hanging out with me," She giggled.

"Never said I didn't, angel," I shrugged.

I could feel myself coming down from my high, and I knew the withdrawal would kick in. But for some reason I wasn't leaving.

"Okay, Satan," She stuck her tongue out at me.

"How was your meal with Patrick?" I asked sounding a lot more hostile than I intended to.

She smirked at me and said, "It was good. A few of my other friends from Tommen came as well. It was good to catch up."

So it wasn't a date.
Thank god for that.

"Do they miss you over there?" I asked, as my head began pounding.

The shakes were coming, I knew it.
And I knew she'd notice as well.

"They do," She nodded, "But no way in hell will I go back there."

She still hadn't brought up the reason for her transfer. Everytime it came up in conversation she got all weird and quiet.

And I wasn't one to push so I never tried to get it out of her. I just assumed it was bad from how she acted.

"Hold on," She eyed me and sat upright, "Are you high?"

Shit.

"Not anymore?" I offered.

Her smile dropped, "So, you've come here high? Not because you wanted to hang out?"

"No! I'd come here sober," Truth.
"Most of the time when I come over I'm sober!" Lie.

"And you get high a lot?" She nearly whispered.

"Not a lot, a lot. Just like sometimes with friends," I lied.

"You should stop," She blurted out, "Messing with drugs can lead you down a bad path, Joe. You're better than that."

I'm not.

"Yeah," I nodded, "You're probably right."

I felt the shakes taking over my body, a sign my high was ending. These days it was either be high or feel like death.

"You're in withdrawal," She frowned.

"It's fine," I sighed.

"It's not."

She was off her bed and grabbing a glass off her nightstand in record time, I watched her head to the bathroom and fill up the glass with fresh water.

My eyelids were beginning to feel droopy, as she handed me the water and I took several large gulps.

"You're falling asleep on me, Joe," She muttered, "Which means you took some kind of stimulant. What was it?"

I was having a hard time focusing on her words, her bed was too comfy and it was getting hard to keep my eyes open.

"Coke," I mumbled, my eyes closing.

"Joey?" Her voice sounded far away.

And that was the last thing I heard.

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tbh i don't know what withdrawal is like, or being high on anything other than weed.

so i'm kind of struggling on my writing game but ignore that !!

also my exams went okay and i think i passed both of them

love you

xoxo

-F