Accidentally Addicted

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[this is a prologue, only the prologue is written in third person.]

Flashback
|boy|

He didn't know where he was going. He didn't care where he was going. He just had to leave.

The boy's long legs carried him across the fields in no time.

The many acres that his family owned stretched out as far as the eye could see. He didn't care.

He just needed to get away.

Away from everything.

He kept running, his heart was thumping loud in his ears, he could feel his lungs getting tired.

The only sound he heard was the thu-thump, thu-thump of his heart.  And the sound of his bare feet hitting the wet grass.

Thu-thump, thu-thump.

He looked behind him, already seeing the flashlights that were searching for him.

The boy's foot stepped on something sharp and he yelped out in pain.

The beams from the flashlight pointed in his direction, but he knew that no one could see him.

He was too far away.

The boy falls to the ground and sighs. He runs his long skinny finger along the bottom of his foot and feels the warm liquid.

Blood.

"God damnit," As the boy sits there, he thinks about what he could remember from the Red Cross class he took, "I need to stop the bleeding."

He rips some of the fabric off of his sleeve and sighs, "I can't believe..." He grimaces as he wraps the rough fabric around his injury.

"I, Brooklyn Jones, am fucking afraid. This isn't how it's supposed to go." He whispers.

Brooklyn's long black hair was matted to his forehead with sweat and his body was aching.

He stood up and brushed himself off, "I can get through this."

The boy, Brooklyn, never saw the small red farmhouse again. And the quiet, quaint family who only wanted best for the boy, never saw him either.

He was fourteen years old. And he was alone.

Flashback
|girl|

She sat at the edge of the building kicking her feet back and fourth.

The busy streets below showed that no one knew what she was thinking about doing.

How she felt.

Her long dirty blond hair flew behind her face, a tangled mess of stress.

She hummed a tune that her boyfriend, David used to sing. His voice was beautiful, silky smooth, no one had ever heard a voice like his.

But cancer does something to people. Especially David.

The girl's head swarmed with thoughts of her boyfriend, two buildings away. She thought about how there was no way she could get 300 grand by tomorrow night.

How David's condition was getting worse, how David's mom and dad were facing the fact that their child was about to die.

How David's mom and dad were probably more parents to her, than her real parents.

Or the fact that without David, she'd probably be dead right now.

"I can't do this anymore." A loud ambulance car flew down the street and in the girl's heart she wished that the person in that car would make it.

"He doesn't need me anymore." Warm, fresh tears rolled down her face and she couldn't hold the heaving of her shoulders as she let them flow.

She got up and stood on the edge of the roof.

The door behind her flew open and her head whipped back.

Her foot slipped a little and she waved her arms frantically to get her balance back.

"Annabeth Eliza Smith!"

Her foot fell all the way off and her body slid off the building.

David's parents rushed to the edge of the building to see Annabeth's limp body fall.

People were starting to scramble, yelling out words that Annabeth couldn't hear. Just the roar of the wind in her ears.

There was no life in her eyes, she was ready to go. She was still alive, it just didn't feel like it.

And in a couple of seconds, she would be in a lot of pain.

More than she ever could imagine.

Sorry this was so sad 😭 the book will start to look up after the epilogue. Promise.

-xoxo writer