Save me (Neymar jr love story)

Forty//LAST CHAPTER.

chapter forty:

People say drugs are addictive. they're right. they are. but drugs are not the only things that can be addictive, people are too. i was so addicted to this one person, it blinded me. it blinded me from seeing all the people around me that needed me.i had no sympathy. he's all that i saw.he's all that i felt and loved. no one else but him. but how? how can one person be so addicting and desirable?

there it was. that feeling. that feeling of pity and self hate. i always hated the word 'pity'. but i hated the feeling more. i was back in that 'dark hole', that i loathed the most. its funny, actually. that 'dark hole' i was in a couple months ago, was saved by one person. and now its back because of that one person. drugs weren't always the answer. they can make me forget for a couple of hours, but i'll be back to my old, scary, depressing thoughts again. and i don't want that.

this whole week i spent laying on my bed, contemplating about if i should just kill my self or have more of those drugs that i finished and needed more of. i thought about calling Dan, but its dangerous and he might kill me. (which i am okay with at the moment).

you're probably wondering about what is happening right now. well, i'm still in Barcelona. i'm in a little room from the same hotel Neymar and all his other team mates are in. its just now, i have the smallest room and Neymar has the big pent house upstairs. its been a week since we last talked, and its been pretty good. note the sarcasm. it was hell. i couldn't order room service because i was too lazy to hide the drugs somewhere and i wouldn't want the employees to see this mess. when ever i got hungry, i would leave the hotel and go to some Mexican restaurant right down the corner. the paparazzi would follow me any where i'd go, and obviously ask me the most annoying questions ever. some pictures of me looked very...horrifying. i would thank god everyday that they couldn't take any pictures of me while i'm in my hotel room all alone. because that would be a disaster. i haven't opened my phone for about five days now. i would see all those photos of me on the television and i would immediately shut it off, because of how much it pissed me.

wow. my life is just great, isn't it?

I forced myself to open my phone and ignore all the texts that i've been receiving from Lance and other people. going through my contacts, i stopped at the letter 'D'. i assume you already know who i'm gonna call. Dan. It took me a minute until i finally pressed the 'call' button.

After a few rings, he finally picked up. "hello?"

"H-hey Dan" i stuttered and mentally face palmed my self.

"Well look who called."

"I-i called you to-"

"Have more cocaine?" He cut me off casually. I didn't say anything. because even though i did want more of the cocaine, i never want to admit that I actually really need it.

"So are you addicted to it now?" He laughed. i decided to just stay silent and just pinch my arm because of how embarrassing this is. not because im basically begging someone for drugs, but because i'm talking to Dan. the Dan Boyer.

"Well.. aren't you gonna say anything?" He said.

"Are you gonna give me the drugs or not!" I yelled but immediately regretted my shocking reaction.

"Okay calm down! I'll give them to you! Meet me up at the last place we both met. if you're late, you wont get anything" he said. i rolled my eyes at that last part. he is so bossy.

"Okay" i hung up. i kind of hesitated to go, just because I don't want to come back with another serum injected in my body, a broken neck, and a bruised face.

But i want those drugs. i want them so badly. i want them so badly that i would risk my own life just to get them. just to get me through another week or month of pain and anger.

Speaking of pain, i wonder what is Neymar doing right now. is he thinking about me? Is he out with his team mates trying to forget about me? Is he outside my door right now trying to come in and apologize for what he caused me? I doubt that.

I shook my head and got up from my bed to get ready. i was already wearing a pair of black jeans and a white t-shirt from my lunch that i had today. i slipped on some boots and left. i made sure to put the 'please do not disturb' sign on my door just to avoid any problems.
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Walking down the same, depressing, road i walked in 2 weeks ago, i spotted a guy smoking a cigarette in the same spot i found Dan the first time. I immediately knew it was him. i walked over to him as he noticed my face and smirked. I didn't get too close to him, I'm guessing you know why.

"Well hello there" he dropped the cigarette to the ground and stepped on it with his shoe as it died down.

"Can i have it now?" I asked.

"Yes you can just calm down" he glared at me and i rolled my eyes in advance. "so how were you able to escape Neymar?" He asked while getting a bag full of cocaine out his pocket.

"I-i just did" i lied.

He stopped looking for the packet and looked up at me with a smirk or his face. "relationship problems?" He laughed. "trust me, I've been there" he laughed again.

"You have a girlfriend?" I asked with a shocked expression on my face. his smirk faded away and his jaw locked."you don't want to go there"

"Oh o-okay" i took a step back from his sudden mood swing.

"How many packets do you want?" He asked.

"Two?"

He giggled to himself then looked up at me."just two? It not even gonna fit for a week babe, take five" he threw them at my face. i picked the pieces from the floor and hid them in my bag.

"50 please" he said. i looked at him and narrowed my eyes. "50...what?"

"50 euros you dumbass" he threw his arms in the air. i mentally face palmed my self for about the millionth time today. "i don't have any money with me right now" i muttered.

"Then give them back" he held his hand out for me. i groaned and stomped my foot on the ground. great. where am i gonna get 50 euros now?! Honestly, right now, I don't know who is stupid, me, or Dan?

"So? Are you gonna give them or should i cause a scene Ms.Lila?" He said.

I opened my bag and looked for any money that i had. i found 35 euros. which were probably no luck for me. "i only have 35, is that okay?"

He rolled his eyes and glared at me."fine, but next time you request them, you're gonna have to give me more than 50 euros." he grabbed my bag and took the money. he patted my shoulder and said "have fun" with a smirk. and with that, he left as he threw my bag on the floor, causing my stuff to fall out. including my drugs. i quickly picked them up and stuffed them inside.
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(The next day)

Again. all the scary thoughts are back. All of them. The same, depressing vibe is in my room. the cocaine Dan gave me yesterday did not end up being as strong as the last one. which i got very angry about, judging by my broken perfumes and the scratched tv. if anyone would see this now, they'd call me delusional.

To be completely honest, i really miss my dad. i miss how he would give me advice about boys. i certainly need him now.

I don't know how I'm functioning right now actually. I don't know how i'm thinking and processing my thoughts. because that cocaine really changed me. this past week was the worst week of my life. because I'm pretty sure you don't want to stay in a hotel room all alone, in a foreign city. and you have nothing but cocaine on your vanity table with nothing to watch on tv. but, thats how I'm living for now.

I don't know how the rest of our 'time apart' is going to go, but I'm pretty sure its not gonna be pretty.
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A/N:-

Hey guys!!
This is officially the last chapter of this story. the info about the sequel will be out in the next chapter, along with a note from me. i really hope you guys read it. and im sorry its short, but i just want to make some drama and suspense until the sequel is up.
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