The Suicide Pact

Part 5: (Liam's POV)

I inhale the sweet vapor. I fight back the urge to cough as the weed smell burns my nostrils. I suddenly start to feel a lot better than how I was feeling before. My name is Liam Beckett and I attend West Side middle school. Drugs have always been an escape for me. Whenever I'm sad, angry or stressed, I turn to them to make me feel better. I play on the football team at school, and a lot of people depend on me for my skills. None of them know that I do drugs because I never talk about it and I guess none of them can ever tell when I'm high.

 I once again hide my stash and get dressed. I walk down to the bus stop and wait for what seems like hours, but in reality, it had only been 5 minutes. The bus pulled up, and I climbed aboard. I sat by my good friend Jackson Smith and just as I thought, he was going to start a fight. 

"Come on Jackson, can't you go one day without starting something?" He ignored me as he peered over the seat to select his next victim. It just happened to be a girl named Charlotte from my English class. She was just quietly sitting in her own seat, with her head leaning on the window. Jackson leaned in and spoke loudly enough for her to hear him. 

"Hey fat ass, you're the reason they invented double doors!"  Jackson and a large portion of the bus howled with laughter, but Charlotte said nothing, seemingly unfazed by his words. 

"Come on Jackson leave her alone!" I said. He heard me, but he didn't care.

 "You're so fat, you have more rolls than a bakery!" More people laughed this time, and in the midst of his whole laughing fit, he didn't even see it coming. Charlotte punched him right in the face, causing his nose to bleed. I admired her bravery, but I also feared for her. At that moment, the bus stopped right at the school. Charlotte grabbed her backpack and marched right off the bus, her eyes never leaving Jackson. I stepped off of the bus and entered the school. I put my stuff in my locker quickly, because I had to run an important errand. I heard that there was some boy named Mark who was supposedly selling steroids. We had a huge game coming up, and he had the exact drugs that I needed. I made a deal with him and we were supposed to meet after school that day. 

The day went fast, and before meeting Mark I made a quick stop at home. I decided to try out this new form of shrooms that I had, which I completely regret now. The drugs made me feel really strange and everything felt different to me. When we met up, the drugs made me feel like Mark was a bad stranger and I didn't even know what was going on. By the time I got home, the drugs had worn off and I was able to recollect my thoughts. The drugs messed with my mind pretty bad and I guess that I must have mugged Mark. I felt horrible about it and tears began to stream down my face. What's wrong with me! Why do I do this to myself!? I ran out of the house and down the street without a second thought......