CONSUME

[49] no shot

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trigger warning: 

drugs, weapons, mentions of suicide,

violence, mentions of self-harm

axel conynghim

TWO WEEKS AGO:

"Ah, fuck." I groaned, my eyes opening, and I can feel the crust around them from how deeply I was asleep. Ew. 

My head's pounding like fucking crazy. I pat my neck with my hand, feeling the bandage I'd put there. I almost forgot I damn near cracked my head open yesterday. I got off of the couch, Bradley's house a total mess. When I stood up, the entire living room began to spin. I fought my dizziness, knowing that this feeling is a side effect of the drugs and alcohol I practically inhaled yesterday. That, and the fact that I probably have a concussion. 

Whatever. 

I trudged to the bathroom, my sneakers untied. Did I seriously fall asleep with my shoes on? 

Forget that, I'm wearing the same clothes from almost two days ago. I didn't even realize it's been over twenty-four hours. The school's Spring Carnival is tomorrow. 

Ugh. Fuck that shit.

I entered the bathroom, the light buzzing and ringing in my ears. I groaned once more, looking at my reflection in the mirror. 

But I didn't dwell on it. 

My hairs disgusting and my face is disgusting and literally all I want to do is tear my skin off. Or tear my eyes out of my head so I don't have to look at this shit any longer. 

I turned on the fancy expensive sink, noting that Brad's house is significantly nicer than mine. That annoys me.

I splashed cold water on my face, rubbing my eyes clean. I ran a little water through my hair, trying to freshen it up. I opened up the cabinets and drawers to find a toothbrush, and I once I found a pack of them I took a new unused one and brushed my teeth. 

I can taste the remnants of alcohol and weed on my mouth mixing with toothpaste which is nothing new but stronger than usual. But I also taste an unfamiliar flavor on my tongue. One that's ashy and pungent. What the hell did I smoke last night? I barely remember a thing. After I did the cocaine with Brad, we drank more alcohol and I'm almost positive I blacked out after that. 

I'm doing whatever I can to clean myself up, including changing out the bandage on my head. Then when I was done, I left the bathroom. I walked into Brad's room, where he's passed out. It's eight o'clock at night. We slept through the entire day after staying awake all night. Only makes sense he'd be knocked the fuck out. 

I decided to be nosy, and also maybe find some more drugs in his room, so I started snooping around. I opened up his desk drawers, and then his closet. As I rummaged through his clothes, in one of his dresser cabinets I saw two small plastic bags.

Bingo. 

One was weed and one was coke. 

I may as well entertain myself until Brad wakes up. I shoved the bags in the pocket of my sweatpants (which I realize now are not my pants so where are my pants-- I don't know) and then I opened up the last dresser drawer just incase there was more stuff.