This Is Me

twenty-one (a naked Stephen)

Part 3

Just when I thought I got rid of all the shit that surrounded me, once more life decided to be a bitch and didn't let me die...

"Hey man, wake up!" I heard some guys voice but didn't respond, it seemed like my conscience was awake but my body was still numb, I couldn't make my brain command it because it was simply shut down.  "You're safe now..." I heard the same voice saying. 

Oh boy, was he wrong...

I wasn't safe, I think that I'm probably even more fucked up than before. I can't consume now because I don't know where to buy, I still owe money to my older dealer and let's not forget that he tried to kill me. 

Yeah, everything just proves that I would be safer if I actually died. 

Suddenly I start to feel my eyes starting to open and see my surroundings. The walls that got me caged were red and the light was dim, I didn't recognise this place. My brain couldn't process this kind of information, I was dying almost two minutes ago and now I'm in an unknowing place. 

I try to get up but feel a palm on my chest pushing me down, when I look to see who did it I see a guy, not very older than me, maybe in his 19-20 smiling at me. 

"Ugh... "

"Well man, I know that I'm not the cutest guy ever but damn I don't think I'm that ugly." 

If I was healthier I would respond to this stupid shit but I couldn't figure out what to say, I wanted to say something insulting but I couldn't do it. I was so disappointed, so pissed and in pain, I couldn't think of something worthy to say so I just looked at the guy and rolled my eyes. 

"Oh thank you perfect stranger for saving my life, I don't know what I would do without you. I'm in debt with you!" The dude started saying. I looked at him from the corner of my eyes and he continued. "Oh you're welcome, young man, I did what any concerned citizen would do." He finishes and takes a bow. His this guy retarded? "Oh, but no what you did was really heroic! I owe you big time."

"Could you shut up man? My head hurts." I say annoyed. My head didn't hurt but I just want him quite for a while, I needed to accept that this shit wasn't over yet.

"You talk? Now, that's unexpected!" He says pretending that he's surprised. 

"Fuck off..." I muttered, angry. 

And these were my days for the next three weeks, Robert, the guy who saved me, kept walking to my room, giving me food and doing those strange monologues. I would say I was tired of him but I was actually getting attached to this dude, well he was the person who saved me and he never left my side for these past days. 

Since I stayed all this time in bed I had a lot to think about, since my life to the last words of my ex-drug dealer. As you can imagine I had some problems during these days because of the heroin. I was curing the wound that almost killed me but at the same time, the reason that put me in this place, the drugs, were making my life a living hell. 

My last dose was the day before that guy stabbed me, and when I got to this house it had been two-three days since my last doses so when I woke up I could really feel the consequences of this deathly addiction, without a doubt that heroin was the best thing that I've ever had but at the same time, not having it was killing me in a worse way than what the knife could've done. I was constantly in pain, my muscles spasmed, I couldn't stop shaking, feeling like I was freezing, feeling like I was in hell from how hot I was, my heart was beating faster than ever, I couldn't sleep and my craving for drugs would increase as the time passed. I couldn't consume anymore, I was at a strangers house and my dealer just tried to kill me so you can imagine how physically and emotionally in pain I was...