Lost

the way things are

not being able to cope with the incident that happened before. We decided to ignore it. Pretend like the entire situation never happened.
All of Wednesday I was with Cheyenne. I couldn't bring myself to answer any of Alexanders messages.
I eventually got her off the floor, and I ran a bath for her. I washed her hair, and cleaned her up. After that we sat on a couch together sharing a blanket and watched the perks of being a wallflower. It was just like when we were kids.
Accept now we're 15 and things aren't as simple as they were when we were kids.
     Thursday was Thanksgiving, and for an entire day I had to keep up my "I'm a good person act" around my family. I'm glad it was only for the day.
    Friday zadia came by with another wine bottle that Cheyenne enjoyed all to herself. Being that I didn't like wine. I did however enjoy snorting some oxy I Stole from Cheyennes grandmother. The woman practically raised me, and this is how I repay her.
     Saturday morning Cheyenne woke up, and began throwing up everywhere. We both had a feeling deep down, but nobody spoke. We both agreed it had to have been the wine she enjoyed at about noon yesterday. Together we also decided that it was the last good day of break that we were gonna go all out. So we called over our dealer Matt.
   But he just happened to bring along a crowd of others. Including, a run away Nick named cat in the hat, some kid I never knew, the kid who knew me from middle school, and Tyson.
    Cheyenne took one look at him before taking Matt's bag if coke and making a small pile in-between her thumb and index finger.
   I'd never seen her do coke, but I know the feeling of not wanting to remember.
    So I joined in on the coke binge, also enjoying some liquor. It was a good day, or at least I hope it was.
I can't remember.
Sunday mornings are usually spent packing so we can go back to our homes. But this morning I got up at 4, and walked out to the abandoned house to meet Alexander.
    When I saw him sitting in a broken chair of a once possibly filled living room, I ran up and hugged him.
   In the end you can't keep running from everything forever.