I leaned over the table and brought my face up to table. I held one nostril as I sniffed up the "magic powder". I shook my head as I burned. I wiped my nose and looked up at Matt.
"I don't know who you want me to be, the sweet Scarlett you remember is gone." I sniffled.
I grabbed my half drunken bottle of beer and took a giant gulp.
"Why do you do this to yourself?" He scoffed and crossed his arms leaning against the wall of the underground club. We were in a secret room.
"What? Try to be happy. This makes me happy. It shuts up the person in my head and calms me. It's the only way I'll smile so fuck you." I push him and swing the door open of the small private room.
I take another swig and stumble across the floor hanging on the graffiti walls for balance and continue to attempt to walk to the dance floor.
I reach the main part and get greeted by a bunch of drunk and high people. I smile and close my eyes. I dance to the loud music that rang in my head canceling out my problems.
"Scarlett." Matt grabbed my arms.
"Matt why do you keep trying?!It's been a year stop trying to fix me! I'm fucked up in the head so fuck off!" I screamed in his face. We stared at each other for a few seconds before he walked away. I rolled my eyes and continued to dance my night away.
---
I woke up in an unfamiliar bed. I looked around and threw the covers off. Oh shit.. Did I hook up with someone. Why don't I remember anything?
I jumped up quickly and got hit with the worst head ache in my life. I was tripping over my own feet looking for my shoes. The door swung open to someone I haven't seen in exactly 13 months and 24 days.
"Nash?" I squinted.
"Your awake.." He walked up to me and cupped my face examining it.
"Where have you been? After you got out of the hospital you disappeared."
"I didn't disappear I was still in the same town. I just did what I had to do to survive." I turned my head and push his hands off my face.
My phone buzzed and I got a text from someone.
'MeetmeatLinda's.Ineedmypackage.'
"Nash i have to go." I put my heels on and grabbed my bag.
"Where are you going?" He grabbed my arm.
"You wouldn't understand. I have to go to... Work." I say and run out his house. I walk to Linda's which is a bar in the city.
-
"Hey." I meet him. His name is Max. I walk down the dark alley with a hoodie over my head.
"Do you have it?" He asks.
"Of course, do you have my money?" I ask and he nods.
I dig in my bag and we exchange. I gave him a pack of weed and he gave me my money. This is my job, sadly enough. I sell and buy drugs.
I counted the money and put it in my bag. I look around and walk out of the alley. I head towards my house. Yeah I have a house.
It's a small apartment I lived by myself. I'm never even home.
I walked in and the floor had a giant pile of unopened mail. I kicked it over to the side and shut the door behind me.
I walked to my kitchen And opened the fridge. It was empty. I rolled my eyes and slammed it shut. I grabbed an apple and jumped on my couch. I turned my tv on until there was a knock on my door.
. I put my hand over the looking hole. Maybe it was Jad, I owe him a hundred dollars.
"It's LAPD open the door, Scarlett Leithold." A man barked.
"Fuck." I mumbled. I grabbed my bag and threw clothes in it. I grabbed my laptop and my essentials. I ran to my room and opened my closet. I grabbed a box full of thousands of cash.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
I emptied it into my bag along with my stuff.
"WE KNOW YOUR IN THERE! Open this door or we'll open it ourselves!" The officer yelled. I opened the window and stepped out and onto the fire escape.
I leaned over the railing and pulled the lever that dropped down the ladder. I climbed down and jumped onto a garbage can. I ran down the street to god knows where. I just kept running.
