Dedicated to Cassandra since it was her birthday the other day! Happy late Birthday present!
Nightmares, Losers and Math
“Are you going to the party on Saturday night?”
“No, of course not! I won’t be caught dead there, not with him walking around.”
“You know, Kristin will be there.”
“No!?”
“Oh yes, she’s going to be there with her new boyfriend.”
“But he would never step foot anywhere near a party like that.”
“Well apparently he’s changed, for her.”
I slowly zoned out as the group of girls continued to gossip about who knows what. They were boring me to death, I’m pretty sure I was losing brain cells just listening to their conversation. I would number off how many are dying, but I’ve lost the brain power to do so. It hurts even thinking about thinking about their conversation.
“Are you going to the game this weekend?”
“Hell yeah! I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
“Yeah right, you’ll probably show up late like usual with a hangover from that party on Saturday.”
“Dude, you know me too well. So how’s Lola?”
“She’s smoking.”
“And the sex?”
I silently groaned, the guys weren’t much better. Whatever happened to normal conversation? A normal conversation involves asking how one another’s day is and chatting about little things, not who’s going to what party and if anybody’s sex life is good.
I learnt that a rehab, we all had to learn how to function in society. And apparently while I was in there society deteriorated and sunk so low that even Hell has trouble finding them in the depths.
I thought back to rehab, the people in it, the way we went about things and how easy it was to talk about our addictions. Here, it’s like trying to piss against the wind.
“What are you in here for?” A guy named Jimmy asked as he sat across from me.
I ignored him, I didn’t want to tell bastards like him about it. He was in here for the same thing that I was, but violence as well.
“Come on faggot, just tell us, we’re probably here for the same thing.” Another guy piped up.
I glared at him and continued to count the minutes away on my fingers.
“Don’t be a little bitch, man. We just want to help, they say the first thing to fixing a problem, is admitting you have one.”
“And what do you know wise guy?” I snapped back.
Jimmy grinned. “We just wanted you to speak, you can’t ignore us forever. Sometimes you need a friend.”
Those guys quickly became my friends, but when each of us slowly got out we no longer spoke in person. Occasionally we passed on emails to each other and spoke of how our lives were going. I was the last to leave rehab, and my road to recovery had just begun. They had all told me how well their lives were going, and when I tell them about this they’ll laugh so hard they’ll have a heart attack.
“Hey Ryder, are you okay?”
“What?” I asked, I had zoned out completely and had missed entire conversations. I even failed to notice the countless times they had asked me a question and I didn’t answer.
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Insanity
Teen Fiction"You have more fun when you're insane." Ryder Blittern is your 'typical' bad boy. He's been in trouble with his parents, the cops, taken more drugs than a teenage boy should be able to get his hands on, and has been on the 'inside'. Now, he's aiming...
