I've seen it firsthand. Love just doesn't exist. My parents, always fighting you see, ever since I can remember. Always screaming at each other, ramming words down the others throat. Even in the best of my childhood memories. But not to worry, I won't be recounting such times to you, because in truth, some roads are just best left untraveled. I know they didn’t really love each other, it was just for appearances most likely, that or they simply don’t want to deal with a divorce. It would’ve interfered with their work schedules. Chances are that they were both cheating on each other, but they didn’t really care. They didn’t care for me, each other or anything other than their selves and their money. But they’re dead now, as of two years. They died in a car crash. Not even into another car, but into a cement barrier on a highway. Drove right into it, death on impact at the speed the car was going at. As usual, they were both in a drunken fight, this time it was fatal though. The doctors told me that it’s normal to be depressed and they subscribed some medications to me. It wasn’t to rebel or anything, I just wasn’t depressed. I was sad that I would have to move, and I probably wouldn’t have such a great life with my aunt and uncle as I did with my parents-money wise-, but I knew I’d be fine.
I didn’t take the pills like the doctor prescribed. After a month of mourning and moving, I was settled at my aunt and uncles, but they weren’t there for most of the time. Because my mom died, my uncle took over the business and my aunt owned a nail salon where she constantly worked. I was bored, and a bored teen with freedom and time can’t be a good thing in this day and age. So when I finally went to school after being stuck in the house, the first thing I did was start looking through the cliques for a crowd that I knew I would find somewhere. Every school has a group of druggies. Nobody knew what happened and that’s the way I wanted it. It was a new school and though rumour spreads quick, money works wonders.
I made my move at lunch hour. I found them laying out on the grass field, soaking in the sun. With their joint in hand or mouth, I’m surprised they didn’t get caught. Especially with the obvious stench wafting towards the school. When I sat on the edge of the group I got a couple of glances, but nobody seemed to really care. The girl I was sitting beside had her face covered with the hood of her sweater, as did most of the people loitering around. She didn’t take notice of me and continued staring up at the sky, an occasional giggle escaping her lips. Seeing that I wasn’t going to get anywhere with her I spoke up. “Anybody want to try some of these pills I got here?”
I was met with the eyes of about half the group in hearing distance. “What are they?” whispered one of the guys. I didn’t understand why he was whispering, but I had the feeling that’s how he normally spoke.
“Uhmm,” I paused to think about it. “Prescription anti-depressants, they seem pretty strong too. Unopened,” I said pulling out the orange translucent container.
Now I could see more eyes turning towards me. “I’ll take them,” whispered the same boy as before. He had big dark sunglasses covering the rest of his face that wasn’t covered by the hood. Taking a small bundle of money, he motioned to toss the bottle of capsules. We transferred goods in the air and the boy pocketed the medication and I followed suit with my newly earned money.
“The name’s Jordan,” he smiled faintly.
“Andrea,” I said sticking out my hand with a huge grin plastered across my face. The first real smile in a long time. The start of a beautiful friendship.
