Addiction

The start of a miserable existance

I fiddled with my lip piercings for maybe the millionth time. I couldn't stand the wait. My fingers tapped along the padding of the seat and my legs bounced up and down uncontrollably. My paranoia started to kick in.

What if I smell of smoke? What if I have white stuff on my nose? No. I hadn't smoked yet that day. I hadn't snorted anything in almost a week. I should be fine.

I heard heavy footsteps and my name being called out by a deep and familiar voice. "Tyrone Cylen, my office, now."

I leapt up from my green padded seat only to walk into a small room and sit it a replica.

Again my tongue fiddled with my piercings, my fingers tapped an unknown beat and my leg bounced.

"Another fight? Who was it this time? What was the reason?" The voice seemed to bounce off the walls, and the figure seemed to loom over me.

I gulped and let my timid voice call out "He hurt her feelings, so I broke his nose. It's only fair, right?"

I was barely audible but the expression painted on his face indicated he heard me. He slammed his clenched fists onto the wooded desk and yelled "do you think this is a joke? Your lucky we're not expelling you!"

I flinched and sunk into my seat. All I wanted was to go home and inject some unknown substance into my body and fade away into a non existence. What would I take today?

Cocaine? No, I finished my last supply at the weekend. Weed? No, I smoked the last last night. Maybe I'll take some LSD. I'm sure I have some laying around my room somewhere.

By the time I finished my little daydream I had been sent away with a slap on the wrist and a warning. The worst thing that happened was that I busted up my knuckles again.

I headed for the front door once I had escaped that cell and made my way down the corridor, Home, my kingdom of cocaine, only to be stopped by Lizzy.

"Don't" Her angry voice warned. She knew both were I was going and what I was going to do. What was the point on stopping me anymore? Nothing was on my bones anymore. No flesh, no fat, no muscle.

By this point I was nothing but bone and blood. The drugs had taken over every corner of my body and if I wasn't taking them or on them, then I was craving them. My lungs, my liver, my stomach, my brain, my everything really, had been in some way affected. Even my cold little heart, that was almost incapable of love. Almost.

"What's the point? I only have religious studies next then I get to go home." I gave her the best puppy-dog eyes I could and even tried to put on a pout. "No, we have that class together. Now let's go learn about a nonexistent God!"

She linked arms with me, making escape nearly impossible. She dragged my undying corps up three flights of steps and along a corridor. The door to my living hell was bordered in cross' and holy bibles. Bible thumpers.

Can't stand the beings.

I forced my feet to carry me into the class and I dropped myself at a seat in the back corner. Lizzy, of course, sat next to me.

Sniggers could be heard from around the classroom. Probably aimed at me. Probably? More like a 99% chance they were. I was just luring myself into a false sence of security. I've always hated that. I'd rather be hurt and broken down and have to force myself to stand back up, alone, than to be lured into a false security that never existed and get broken and left to hurt.

As the class continued my thoughts bounced around my head and continued to lure me into a darkness. A darkness I was all too familiar to.