The Pot Life

New Drug

I slammed the front door behind me and the darkness of the hall swallowed me up. The smell of stale beer and the lack of fresh air here was enough to make me gag. I walked through the hall and crept up the stairs, I paused outside my mum's room, listening. After a moment of silence I heard a short gasp and then a giggle, it was my mum and god knows who else. She laughed again and then I heard another persons voice, a man, they were whispering. I sighed in disgust and took another step towards my room...CREEK. Shit! I had stepped on the loose floor board, I held still for a moment, the voices had gone quiet and then my mum's door burst open and out she stepped. Her scraggly died blond hair was half tied up, half flowing around her face, she looked down at me and blinked her fake eye lashes a few times. She seemed to be having trouble focusing, she was clearly already drunk. And, by the looks of her half torn off clothing, I had interrupted something important. God, what a whore. I just stared at her and then she bent down and said, "where in gods name have you been all day? This house is a mess! And what have you been doing? Just fucking about with you 'mates', well I'm sorry to be the one that tells you this but you need to get your act together, you can't just disappear, there are jobs to do and..."

"I've been at school," I spat the words out. Forcing as much hate and loathing into my voice as possible. "Remember? That place I go to every day?"

"Don't you dare talk to me like tha..."

"I will talk to you how ever I want thank you very much. How about you got off your fat arse and actually do something with your life instead of staying at home all day doing god knows what, with fuck knows who. Fucking hell, I bet you can't even count all the STDs you have by now can you?"

She slapped me. I should know not to push it with her when she's drunk, but to be perfectly honest she fucking deserves it.

"Fuck you," I said quietly. Turning around I flipped my finger at her and slammed my bedroom door behind me. Ignoring her shouts I face planted my bed and screamed into my pillow, god this was so frustrating, why do I have to be stuck with such a bitch for a parent. Seriously, of all the people out there why me?

Well, there's no point in sitting here moaning all day. I sat up and grabbed my baccy tin, rolled myself a fat joint and opened my window. I could feel the bruise appearing on my face even as I lit the spliff. Fucking hell.

After a while my brain began to slow down, I felt the calm drowsy feeling swooping over me and I grinned. I reached over and grabbed my iPod, shoving my headphones in I lay back on my bed and began to relax. Breathing in the smoke and letting myself drift off into a dreamless sleep.

I remember a time when I didn't even know what drugs were, that was before y dad had fucked off. Honestly who can blame him? I would leave my mum if I could, but I've got no where to go, I could stay at Luke's I guess but...ah I dunno. I do resent dad for leaving though, why couldn't he just take me with him? Maybe he hated me too, I guess I can understand that as well. I mean let's be honest here, I'm a pretty shit daughter. I guess me and mum deserve each other really, an alcoholic and a druggie. The prefect, English family.

When I woke up the next day and looked in the mirror. The right side of my face had turned a nasty red-black colour. I winced. There was no point in even trying to cover it up, I shoved on some eyeliner and mascara and I was just pulling on my school skirt when I decided I couldn't deal with school today. Fuck that shit, anyway my attendance this year is pretty good, I can afford to miss a day, it's not like I even have art today so it should be okay.

Instead I shoved on some ripped jeans, a hoodie (with a cute kitten on it), a beanie and converse, grabbed my bag and baccy tin and headed out the door.

God it felt good to be out of the house, I don't know where I'm going, I just walk; down the street, enjoying the feeling of the breeze on my face; past the shop windows, watching as the workers begin to open the doors; the sun looks beautiful, rising over the top of the buildings, melting last nights frost. I let out a sight, it's moments like these that make life worth living, as I walk past the local coffee shop the smell of warm milk and sugar hits me. Might as well, I headed in and bought a chi latte to go. I head down to the beach, sipping my drink as I go and feeling peaceful. Once I got to the beach I sat down on the rocky sand a listened to the waves, I felt so chill to day. I pulled out my tin and grabbed the baggie with hearts on it that I keep my bud in. Shit, it's empty.