dan - needs and wants

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   They always say that doing something one time never hurt anyone, but it did. They say 'oh just this once,' but all it needs is one time to get you hooked. I should have just said no it walked away but I didn't think it would effect me because I told myself I'd only do it once. It was one time that turned into three times, then ten, and then into all the time. I regret it now, and I can't stop, and it's driving me insane because I don't have it and I need it. It was only one time but now it is going to be forever if I don't get help.

   It started at a party, I was, like your normal teenager, just having fun when someone offers me something, and of course I say yes. And then I did some crazy shit that I totally regret, but the next day I woke up, and I wanted some more. So I asked the guy for more and that's how I met my best friend. I guess you wouldn't call him a best friend since he's giving me something that will eventually kill me, but he's a cool guy.

   I sighed as I pierced my skin with the thin needle, my only light source a small burning candle. I started to push the top down, objecting the brown liquids into my bloodstream, and immediately I felt the rush. I pulled the needle out of my skin, and started to into the belt that I had tied around my biceps, and pulled it off. I wiped the small new did blood that was escaping from my wrist and blew out the candle.

   I rubbed my tired eyes, and climbed into bed.

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   I woke up the next day, and I went to school. Yeah, just like your average teen, except your average teen doesn't go to the bathroom every two hours just to go so some drugs in a door-less stall.

   "Hey Pj," I said to him as we walked to first period, English. I hated English because my teacher was a bitch.

   "Oh hi. So, you see that new girl in gym?" He asked, smirking. "She looks like your type." Last time I checked, my type was dick. I smiled and nodded. If I told him I was gay, I wouldn't have any friends plus he's take away the drugs and I go all ape shit from the withdrawal.

   "So, can you like get me weed maybe?"

   Oh scoffed and turned to me, then put his arm around me.

   "I don't do that shit anymore bro," he whispered. "I almost got caught. There's a new guy now."

   "What?!" I yelled, stopping in the middle of the halls. Sure, people were staring  and frankly I didn't give a shit, this is fucking serious.

   "Yeah, hang on I'll give you his number," he said turning around to get something out of his backpack. He pulled out a pencil and pice of paper, and walked to the nearest wall to write a number. I sighed as he handed it to me, and he patted my back. "I gotta go man," he said walking away.

I took the paper and put it into my pocket.

Hours passed and ran into some girl, knocking her books out of her hand. I wanted to laugh, but I knew I shouldn't, and so I helped her pick up her books.

"Hi, I'm Ashley." She smiled at me with teeth that looked like how they do on dentist ads. Perfect. God she was gorgeous. She held out her hand for me to shake, which I did.

"Dan. You new here?" She nodded.

"I-I... I feel like I now you from somewhere but I have no idea where."

"I don't think we've met," I said shaking my head.

"What a shame, you're so attractive," she said to me smirking, and then she got all touch and started like touching my shoulder.

"Um, thanks."

She tilted her head. "What's wrong with you?"

I rolled my eyes. "Hm, just another basic slut like the rest of 'em?"

She gasped and slapped me in the face. I don't even fucking know her and she's slapping me already?! Isn't that what you do to someone who cheated on you? And even then I still wouldn't slap anyone.

"Bitch!" I yelled as she walked away.

After she had walked away, I realised that I did see her from somewhere, but it was probably a moth ago. I think I saw her at the party.

I was curious to see who my new dealer was, so I whipped out my phone and pulled the crumpled piece of paper from my pocket. I punched in the numbers, and a guy answered it.

"Hi, this is Phil," he said. His voice wasn't the type you'd expect to be a drug dealer.

"So, you've got heroin?"

   Hey it's Meilani, and I'm just saying my chapters aren't gonna be this short but anyways lemme explain something so there are two authors, lizzy and I ok we take turns writing the chapters okay bye!!!

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