Present Day
"Give me the damn drug!" I screamed.
The man looked at me, a frown on his face.
"Fine, just remember, one day you'll regret this kid," he said.
He doesn't know me.
"I heard you the first 10 times!" I snarled at him. "And I'm not a fucking kid!", I yelled over my
shoulder as I walked away.
My footsteps were loud with my anger as I walked down the street.
How can you be a drug dealer and say stupid stuff to your customers.
What kind of outlaw is he? The cold wind blew my straight red hair out my face. The city was storming with tourist. Not that I'm surprised, this is New York.
I looked down at the bag of white powder in my hand and shoved it in the pocket of my leather jacket. As much as I needed the drug, I couldn't stand to look at it. It just reminds me how weak I am, that I need meth to keep me sane. Its my way out this sick cruel world.
I laughed to myself, my apartment coming in sight.
Not again, I think to myself.
She's having another party. The lights were blazing red, blue and purple. People were coming in and out with beer and alcohol in there hands. The music was so loud its a wonder why the cops aren't here, yet.
"Someone help me," I whisper to know one in particular.
I walked up the steps shoving drunk people out my way. After about 5 minutes I fanilly made it inside.
"Shit," I said in descugst. There was trash everywhere, beer bottles pouring on the floor. Food on the carpet. How can anyone stand this? It even smelled like sex!
I shook my head and walked into the next room.
A women stood there, wearing a very short dress that barely covered her ass. Her chest was hanging out, her red hair a mess, and she was sitting in a guys lap. If you didn't figure it out yet, shes my mom. A well known drug addict and whore. The guy lap she was sitting on looked up and caught my eye.
"You have a daughter!" he gasped in shock.
My mom jumped off his lap and turned around to glare at me.
"No!" she looked back to him. " I hate kids."
Ouch.
She turned back to. "Shes not mine," she glared at me. Go the Fuck to your room.
With out saying a word, I spun on my heels and walked up stairs to my room. I through myself on my unmade bed, my eyes watering. I don't why it still hurts. The pain in my chest.
She never wanted me. My own mother. I can remember when I was younger, barely 10, she would tie me to my bed so I wouldn't get up and ruin her party. "Don't embarrass me more than you already have, girl," she would say.
Some mother she is.
God only knows where my dad is. I never met him. My mom probrobly doesn't even know who he is. The music from the party was drowning out my thoughts, until I couldn't think. All I could do was feel. Feel the emptyness and hurt that my life is filled with. The rejection that ive always known. I would think by now i would have gottin use to the pain.
It's always going to be there.
My eyes filled with tears that were
slowly fighting to pour free.
Don't cry, please.I closed them, trying to hold my tears back.
Your pathetic.
They spilled, without my permission, I may add. I'm trapped here, trapped with this never ending pain and fear.
I'm not the type of person to admit that I'm scared, call it pride, whatever you like. Right now I'm terrified. Terrified that this is all I'm ever going to be. I don't want this life, don't want to live like this...but,
There's no other way.
I took the drug out my pocket, felt the wight of it in my hand.
I need it. So, i took it.
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Fantasy"Who are you"? I asked His eyes stayed steady, watching my every move. "Darick, my name is Darick." He said. I ignored the way his pink lips moved in harmony while he spoke. My mind racing, my thoughts cramped in my head. "What are you," i asked. "A...
