I pulled another bottle out from under my bed. I had Evan sneak it up for me. She sat by my window, and lit up a cigarette. I down 3/4 a bottle of patron. She took the rest. "cierra?"
"what?"
"I'm sorry, for a lot of shit."
"It's cool. Sorry I told."
"like a give a damn."
I felt it start to come back up. I don't want alcohol poising again. I heard feet come up te stairs and Brennen's voice, saying it's just him.
He joined us. Brennen took a pipe from his pocket, and passed it to Cierra, then offered it to me.
"So you can get drunk until you pass out, and end up in the hospital, but you won't take a hit?" Cierra was giving me shit.
"I don't wanna fuck up my life with that." I simply answered. Things are somuch better when they are simple. I felt myself get sweaty. I kept telling myself I don't need to, I don't need to. But I do. I need it. I thought I could drown it out with the alcohol. But I can't. And the more I shoot up, the less suicidal I get at the moment, but the worse I get after.
I need my monster
My cocaine
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Secrets-Im so sorry but it had to be done 1
Teen FictionMax is the first boy in the series 'I'm so sorry but it had to be done". IT follows his view throughout the suicide pact him and his four other friends made. The other ones are already started but won't be posted until this one is finished. THERE IS...
