Threads Of Friendship

Lauren sniffed up the perfect line of cocaine. She felt an instant buzz, it was her only escape from this fucked up world. She slumped back in the sofa and had a skull of vodka whilst observing her friends sniff up of what was left of the cocaine. She felt numb, but it felt amazing. It was the tingle inside her that made her want to dance, she grabbed Shae's hand and they both twirled around to the sound of the electronic beat. Lauren cranked the volume which made the house shake, the wine glasses in the cabinet to clink.

It was like the cocaine was her medicine, her cure. She only felt happy when she had sniffed up a line or two. Shae grabbed Lauren's head and kissed her vigorously on the lips. Lauren giggled and went back to dancing freely; her long brown hair whipping back and forth. She smiled and laughed, she appeared so happy to her friends, so full of life. But that wasn't it, she was not at all happy. Infact, most of the time she was so depressed and felt so inhumane.

Mixed emotions and feelings swirled through Lauren's body at this point. Her eyes and cheeky smile had said it all. She was moderately happy in this time and moment; she liked having sudden outburts of laughter and excitement. As long as she had cocaine, she would remain moderately happy.