Blazed Book 1 Of 2 (Completed)

Chapter 1

Smoke drifted into the air in large puffs as Marilyn Manson played in the background of the cold, depressing room in which Daemon found solace and relaxation in. His eyes blood shot as he slowly opened them only to take another drag of lung crushing smoke. This was how he spent his high school days. Hadn't left the toxic company of his long lasting friend since then. In his mind he was alone, forever alone with the company of drugs, alcohol, and music. All he had, besides the failure of his being a producer that sat perched on his shoulders. Weighing him down.

His eyes open once again. Only because the creaking of the old apartment door caught his attention. The monstrous tune slipping into the beat down hallway as the space between the door and the wall widened. His roommate Andre stepping into the room grimly.

"Man, that is going to kill you one of these days."

Daemon smirked before leaning over the ash tray on the poor excuse for a coffee table and grinding his cigarette into it. A gust of smoke releasing from his mouth as he leaned back in his swivel chair and scanned him briefly.

Andre had a peculiar fashion to his persona. Today he wore a light, baggy shirt, faded, ripped skinny jeans and his messy hair down in messy chopped layers that barely reached his shoulders. In other words, he wreaked of grunge, but still managed to pull it off.

As Andre gave him a disappointed look Daemon took the chance and offered his cigarette box to him. Sure enough he pulled one out.

Andre had been into drugs for two years already. He had always had trouble with them, but he was making the effort to stop. As for Daemon? Well Andre got him into weed and Daemon had only been smoking cigarettes for merely a month. In his opinion he was only experimenting.

"I can't stop if I keep coming home to my apartment smelling like a drug store," he groans. Hesitant to light the cigarette which taunted at him from his hand.

"Just let me gather some money and I'll be out of your hair," Daemon states with a sigh.

Andre's dark eyes narrow and he immediately drops the cigarette into the trash can. "I'm serious."

Daemon still in a state of shock stares at Andre. Unresponsive for a good three minutes. The music still playing in the background.

"I met someone," Andre continues. An apologetic grin stretching across his face. "She's great, amazing actually."

Daemon stared with wide unwavering eyes. Ash that accumulated on his cigarette fell to the carpet. In attempt to come out of paralysis and shock he says," The drugs have gotten to you, huh buddy?" Buddy, he hasn't said the word in ages it seems.

Unamused Andre eyed him down. "I'm being serious. I'm really quitting dude."

"Andre," Daemon scoffs. "How long have you even known this chic?"

"Longer than I've known you actually." Andre was upset now. It was evident to Daemon now.

He winced nonetheless. Ready to speak his mind at him until Andre cuts him off.

"I am, really. So..."

"You need me to get out," Daemon finishes for him. Smiling a fake, furious smile at him. "I'll be out by tonight."

Andre rubs the back of his neck as he does in awkward situations. "I'm sorry man, no hard feelings."

Daemon refuses to respond to him as he turns off the music and starts towards his room. Shoving dirty clothes and objects into his suitcase as fast as he can. He didn't want to stay longer, to avoid an argument that may arise.

"Look Daemon, you can stay a bit longer. I don't mean you have to leave at this instant I mean-

"No, I'll be busy getting my ass together. Go back to work like you always wanted." Now Andre has started it. The argument he was hoping to avoid. If only Andre could have kept his mouth shut until he had left the room.

"Seriously, this again?" Andre barked furiously.

"I understand, I'm a horrible influence to you. Don't you worry, I'll stay out of your hair."

"Daemon."

"It's cool, after all I do have my junky car to drive me around, now don't I? I truly appreciate the inspiration you gave to me. I think I'll return to being a producer. Thanks," He beams.

Aggravation soon becomes clear in Andres features. "Stop."

"This girl is probably just another girl trying to get laid."

"Don't speak of her that way," Andre hisses. Low but enough for Daemon to hear clearly. "You've never even met her. You have no right."

"I don't have to meet her buddy. Like all women I'd only end up stealing her at first sight," Daemon taunts at him.

Andre glares into Daemons icy orbs and hisses," Get out."

With a smug grin Daemon chuckles," I see. So you've shortened the deadline huh?"

"Out," he shrieks.

Daemon lifts up his suitcase of objects and clothing. Slamming the door behind him as he started down the crappy and tattered hallway.