Not Another Bottle

Chapter Eight

Hi, as you may have noticed, I changed the main character's name to oliver. I did this because it felt, I don't know it just felt dirty to use my own name in a novel. I'm not that arogent, anyway, here's eight, enjoy.
Oliver's POV
I wake up, unaware of where I am, I feel the cold, wet, tears apon my face. I feel a sting in my mouth and throat. Fuck. I stand up, and am quickly greated with a hug from a sobbing Debra. "Oh my god, thank God your still alive" I quickly responded with "There is no god." Pushing her off and walking down the hall. "Not true" she said smugly "I may not be able to prove he's real but you can't prove that he's not" "No" I started "I am the prof of why he doesn't exist, the life of others are why he doesn't exist, what you saw on my body is why he doesn't exist. If he does exist I fucking hate him, he's a basterd, he ruined my life, and if your gonna use the "free will" bullshit exuse no, god by definition is a commanding king over the human race. If he is real then nothing happens without his approval, including me, what happened to me, to the billons of others every day." I looked at the ground, expretionless, it's how I look most of the time. "Wow man, not exactly the glass half full type are you?" I said nothing. There was nothing to be said. "Hey can I ask you something?" She asked. "Why not?" Was my reply. She turned a pale red "Why did you strip me naked?" She said shyly. "Oh get over yourself, I do it to all my victims, it makes cleaning up easyer." She looked confused "How?" "Because when I kill I dismember people after there dead, stuff them into some trash bags, and get rid of them." "Oh" she replied shepishly. "Well..." She started. "Well what?" I asked. "What did you think?" I could see her turning back to a light red. "About what?" She nuged my elbow with hers. "You know..." She looked down, "What was under the plastic rap" she now turned bright red and covered her face with her hoodie selves, giggling. I lagged lightly with her "I...I'm.. I'm not gonna awnser that." I said awkwardly. "Why not?" She said, now in full laughter "Because-" I stopped, I didn't have an awnser, I was laughing too hard. "No no no, you have to awnser now, go on." I started to shake, I felt a presure in my chest, it became hard to breath. I stopped laughing, my jaw and teeth began to chatter, as though I was shivering. I ateped to speak, but was unable to for I was under the will of a dominating fear. I sat down slowly, my hands trembling, my body shakeing, teeth chattering. "Hey what's wrong hun?" She said sincerely. "S-st-o-pp k-c-calling m-me that" I said quickly, I was baffled. I never stutter. I got up, shaking my hands trying to get this extra energy out, pacing frantically. "Oliver..." She said putting her hand on my shoulder. I knocked it off and quickly said "G-go away, p-p-p-p-p, g-god fucking damn it!!!" I yelled out of frustration. "Hey, hey, it's ok, it's alright, just calm down and tell me what's wrong." I swallowed hard. "P-p-panic attack, I'm, I'm having panic attack." Fuck, I figured this would happen, I'm not used to socialization. No one ever talks to me, I can only fake a polite greating and goodbye. "Just breath, may I?" She gestured by opening her arms. I shook my head frantically. She just sighed at me like I was hopeless. "I know" I got up and ran to my couch, picked up an unlit joint and lit it with my favorite zipo. She gave me a disproving look. "What?" I asked annoyed. "Nothing" she said exhaling. "Typical." "Exuse me?" She said agrovated. "Let me ask you something, have you ever even touched weed?" "Nope" she said proudly. "Figures, what? Did the sharref come to your first grade class and tell you that weed is "the Devil's lettuce" Did your obviously religious parents tell you that God won't let you into heaven if you go near this stuff? Hmm?" She just looked at me. "Did you know weed kills cancer cells?" Her eyes widened. "It does?!" She said amazed. "Welcome to the 21st century sweetheart" I said with the joint in my mouth. "Does it do other things?" She said curiously. "Oh yeah, it's actually used alot by doctors, it helps with alot of ilments" "Wow" she said, I could tell I just changed her view on alot of things. "See that's what they don't tell you" I started, sitting up and taking it out of my mouth. "They tell you it's bad, and you'll go to jail and hell if you use this stuff, really for no reason. Smoking weed can't kill you, you'd have to smoke like 21 pounds of it and belive me, you would have a horrible case of the munchies if you smoked more than a pound." "I'm speachless" she said. "See?" I said, holding the joint in my hand "It's an anti anxiety substance, all better." I could see the curiosity in her eyes. "You uh, wanna?" I handed it to her. She took it from me and held it in between her fingers, she sat there looking at it. She took a hit and the instant she breathed in she coughed out and dropped it. I sit there laughing at her, she quickly picked it up and tryed again, this time being more successful. "You only hold it for 5 seconds, you don't have to hold it any longer." She blew out a thick, white cloud of smoke. "That's not bad man." "What'd I tell ya?" I said taking it back. "Mind if we do this again sometime?" She asked. "Well here's the thing, I can't only tell you the good, I've gotta tell you the bad too. It slows the production and kills braincells. Now it doesn't kill all of them at once, your not gonna die, and it will take a really long time for you to show any simptoms. "Oh, alright" she said understanding. "So if you wanna head off to college, mabye coming back here isn't the greatest idea, but, if not, whatever man, either way it's your choice." "Alright, I'll think about it." "You do that" I said taking another hit. "Hey I've gotta get home, I'll see you at school tomorrow yeah?" "Probably, yeah." I said "cool, see you later." I just waved taking the last hit off of this blunt.

Alrighty then, that's chapter Eight, I'm sorry if I offended you with my bash on religion, it was not my intent, to each there own. Nevertheless do you and have a good day, later.