Hi! So I'm here with another chapter of Skin And Bones, and we're doing some time passing here by about 2 days.
What did Josh and Matt do?
They watched movies, played video games, Josh drank Coke Zero, they went grocery shopping and Josh out some gas in the truck, they listened and played some music and Joshua snuck around doing heroin and cutting when Matt left but by this point something is actually changing.
"Don't pick me up off the ground
I'll be fine in a lost and found
Just when I start to force a smile,
Just when I'm laughing all the while,
I've been faking it.
Playing Dead"
-Playing Dead, Ramsay Fiction
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"That movie will NEVER get old" Matt says referring to Grease; the movie we just finished. I set my cereal bowl down on the table.
"We watched it like 2 days ago Matt! and the flying car? C'mon that's some cheesy shit"
"You watch the Goonies like every fucking day!" He cries in angst
"Not the point..." I mumble. The doorbell rings causing Matt to sigh.
"Uh... Hey Matt is Josh here?" A voice- Sara!
Shit!
Matt fakes a cough to look at me.
"U-uh no..." He says.
"Matt you're lying. Please let me in" Sara says, I quickly and quietly crawl around the corner so when Matt lets Sara in she won't see me.
I'm in the kitchen on my hands and knees hiding from my sister. What the actual fuck?
I attempt to climb under Matt's dad's oak desk but instead I smack my head off the drawer and a paper weight falls onto my right shoulder.
"OW! MOTHER FUCKER!" I scream. I look up to see an angry lookling Sara. She's wearing a black off the shoulder shirt and a pair of ripped blue jeans and a grey pair of converse.
"Hello Josh" She says. I stand up and brush my jeans off and move my hair out of the way.
"Hey Sara" I say casually leaning on the edge of the counter.
"Let's go Joshua! Rehab. Now."
Shit.
I look over at Matt and he looks shocked. "R-rehab?" He stammers.
"Oh" Sara says curtly. "Josh, didn't you tell him?"
"No. You know DAMN WELL I didn't tell him" I snap.
"Well I guess he should know now." Sara cackles. She won.
Shit.
After explaining that i'm a heroin addict and I self harm Matt looks at me. Without another word he stomps over to the phone.
"Hello?"
"Hi. Yeah? You're all there? Good." Matt snaps. "No man, everything is not alright. Cancel any upcoming gigs." He pauses and groans. "because i fucking said so. That's why" He looks annoyed before returning the phone to his ear. "Because. Josh Keeler Ramsay needs to go to fucking rehab, the band is named after the fucker. We'll pick it up after his fucking treatment" Matt slams the phone down.
"The band is disbanded until you get your ass clean. Get your shit and leave"
