Along with the cutting. I have been drinking a lot of vodka lately to numb the pain. I have also been smoking weed and cigarettes a lot. Mom was a huge smoker and thats how she got lung cancer and died so I really need to quit. On top of that I started sniffing cocaine and shooting heron and im not proud of it at all. I'm trying to stop but it's really really really hard. I just gave up. Who cares if I do it anyways. I hope I overdose. Lately that's what I have actually been trying to do.
All this shit started when I was at John Miles party. Usually I don't go to those dumb things but I was really board that night and I could not sleep so I decided to go. I slipped on my black short dress, pulled my choker over my head and jumped in to my bright red heals. I then opened my window and leaped into the warm sand. I can hear the music blaring the second I open the window.
I hop on to my little pink bike that my mom bought me when I was 10 and drove 3 blocks down, turned right and pulled into his driveway. I try to open the front door but its locked. I run to the back door and look over my shoulder, to be honest that place gives me the creeps.
I walked in the door and looked around, the whole school was there plus another 100. I sat down on one if the chairs and looked at my phone. I got a text saying the drugs are in the back bedroom. I sat there awhile and then decided to check it out.I walked through the crowd and made my way to the room. The whole room was filled with smoke and people. I sat down on the bed next to some random girl and starred at all the different drugs. Then someone passed me a blunt, I looked at it for awhile and then I inhaled. The whole rest of the night is a blur. Except I remember trying some other crazy drugs. Then I woke up in my bed at home with hand full of random types of drugs and a bottle of vodka beside me.
I look outside for my bike but it's gone. I guess I walked home or something. I change into my high wasted dark shorts and a purple crop top and jump out the window. I walk to John's house and find my bike in the living room with a broken chain. I look around and theres about 10 people asleep in the house. I quietly walk out and shut the door. I walk my bike back and lay it against my house by my bedroom window and go back to bed.
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Teen FictionMy name is Maddie and I'm in 9th grade. I have been fighting depression for about 3 and a half years now. It all got harder when my mom died a year ago cause of lung cancer. We were so so close and I could tell her everything. It gets harder and har...