The Faustian Contract

Chapter 1

"Sam,are you coming to the movies with us?", asked Brian as he waved the tickets that he held on his hand.
"No.... I think I am gonna pass.", I said giving him a smile.
"You okay Sam?", asked Leslie looking at me.
"I'm just tired...", I replied with a smile as I put on my back pack and started walking away from them.
"Every since he lost his girlfriend, he hasn't been himself.. Must be hard on him.. We must give him some time.", whispered Leslie to Brian.
"I hope he gets better.. I bought these tickets to make him feel better..Well.. It's just us then..",said Brian and picked up his back pack and sighed.

I walked out of the college and started heading home.
I was halfway to my apartment when I met my supplier.
"You got what I need?",I asked to which he nodded and gave me a packet of weed.
I slipped him 10 bucks to which he shoved it in his pockets.
I nodded in uniasion and started walking back to my apartment.

I reached my apartment, my thoughts were bickering inside my head.
"Shut up...Shut up...Shut...up",I murmured to myself.
My thoughts ran wild and all that made me depressed.
I tossed my backpack onto my bed and got into the shower, a warm shower made me relax a bit.
"Time to roll some joints..",I whispered as I began rolling up the weed into the rolling paper.
I rolled out a few joints and then lighted one up.

"I love you,You are insensitive. I will never leave you, We are over. I promise to be by your side always,I moved on."

I was high and it felt good, it felt as if I was at peace but my brain played the things my girlfriend said on a loop.
Soon I fell asleep on my bed and when I woke up, it was already evening.
I came back to my senses but I didn't want that, I lighted up another joint and smoked it up.
Soon my head entered a peaceful nirvana again. I could hear the faintest sounds and a pretty smile got stuck to my face like a stamp with glue.
I craved for munchies so I began gobbling up the cookies that my mom sent me.
"You are high again aren't you?", said John.
John was my room mate, although he didn't do drugs like me but he didn't protest me doing either.
"Yes sir.",I replied and started giggling.
"Why? Why cant you just let go? Are you that weak?", asked John as if he pitied me.
I looked at him and replied in a stern voice,"Weak?! People fucking kill themselves, they commit suicide.. Thats weak!
People cut their arms with blades! Thats weak! I just enjoy quality time with myself."
John looked at me and replied,"Woah... Calm down... I was just messing with you.."
"I am fine.",I said looking at him.
I closed my eyes and sunk myself deep into my thoughts,I went through my happy memories with my girlfriend and spoke to myself,"I would even give my soul to get her back."
"Sorry what?",asked John thinking I said something to him while he was checking his phone on his bed.
I rested my back against the wall while sitting on my bed.
My eyes were closed and I replied in a calm voice,"I will give my soul to Satan to get her back if he sends someone to make a deal with."
I layed down on my bed and put my arm over my face to block the light from coming to my eyes.
"Wake me up for dinner...", I said.
"Yeah...sure", said John and got up to leave the room.
He turned off the light and I slowly drifted to sleep.