We're addicted//H.S

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Picture of Mira above.
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Mira:

I always believed the lies life threw at me,laughter and happiness. What are they really? are they never ending memories? or just a preparation for the worst in life?
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"No, you don't have to come here.. That's what I just said, yes mum I'll pay my bills. Maybe. I don't know. Just leave me alone, Okay whatever bye."   

I can hear her mother's bickering voice on the phone from my bed,that's how loud she shouts.

I open my eyes after Mia stops talking and slowly lift my head off the silky pillow, a soft groan escapes my mouth when I sit on the floor; catching her attention.

"You're up. Great. I've been so bored and tired since like I don't know how long." Mia says, lighting a ciagrette with her brown hideous lighter. I groan again and roll over my stomach, She snickers and pats me on the back softly.

"Oh come on, you've had alot of hangovers worse than this one Mira. Stop whining." I flick her off and walk over to my desk to get my extra phone,I don't care enough to look for my actual phone. I dial Denise's Diner number and order a big breakfast with coffee to be prepared while I get dressed. Mia and I do this all the time for hangover morning and from that action everyone at that diner knows us by heart, which means they know our breakfast order too by heart.

Mia finishes her ciagrette and rubs her palms on her shorts, she knows that I hate the smell of ciagrettes so she sprays the dorm room with her vanilla perfume which I adore and steal from almost everyday. The smell of the room turns into a mix of ciagrettes and vanilla and crappy coffee from previous sleepless nights, I lift myself up from the wooden floor and walk over to the mirror attached to the wardrobe's door and look at my reflection; My face looks pale and tired from last night's events, my lips are dry and chipped like an egyptian desert and my eyes are barely even opening from how sleepy i am. The worst thing isn't even my appearance.

It's that I feel so grumpy, like I just want to punch someone in the face for breathing even. I avert my eyes from the mirror and watch as Mia puts on a black tanktop and her leather jacket on and fills her coffee cup again, after she takes everything she needs from her ciagrettes to her maroon beanie. Mia looks at my sleepy self and taps on her wrist as if to say hurry up.

In fifteen minutes, I'm dressed in jeans, a plain black t-shirt and my also maroon beanie. I put cocunut lotion on my lips and perfume to cover the vodka's smell. We leave the dorms and cross the street to the diner, it's filled with plants and paintings and old record covers also you'd never catch this place without the best music on;from The Beatles to Halsey and Bastille, it's really relaxing to come on weekdays after school. Mia and I head over to our regular table and start debating whether to skip the first class or not.

"We could just go watch a movie, I'm so tired and Thomas won't stop texting me about how 'that girl was such a freak in bed and kinda looked like you' and now I want to bash his head in even more than usual." She takes a sip of her coffee and sighs, putting her head on the table and pretending to sleep. I grab the white cup and take a big sip of the black coffee only to gag; Mia always liked her coffee bitter and I hated it. Coffee was meant to be sweet and warm, not bitter and sugarless. I set it down and look around, there were a few people scattered around the space eating and talking and reading, I focused on the song that was playing and tried to sleep as well. Until the most horrible memory came to my mind.