Vice City

01|Drugz

"Don't you think you've had enough, Jahsah?" Ski asked me, looking me over as I slumped deeper into the sofa I was on. I looked up at him with heavy eyes. I wanted to say something slick, but my tounge felt numb.

He shook his head, and took the double stacked Styrofoam cup from my limp hand.

"This is your third cup today. You need to get your shit together. And fast" he yelled as he walked away. I sighed, my half closed eyes looking into space.

The atmosphere was dark, with black lights illuminating the basement of my house. The smell of smoke was in the air, due to my friends hotboxing the place earlier. Most of them were gone, which just left me and my best friend, Ski. That's not his real name, but he hates his real name so much, he changed it.

He's the only one who knows the reason I am the way I am. Why I'm trying to drown myself in lean and Xanax. I don't want to live this life anymore, but I am way too pussy to carry on the one thing that would make my wish come true.

I wanted to kill myself.

But I just can't do it. So one of these days, I hope the drugs will do the one thing I can't.

I sat up slowly, my head spinning in the process. I stood up too fast, which caused me to stumble, then fall. I couldn't feel anything. My whole body was numb. In the distance, I heard Ski curse. Then I felt his arms lift me up from the hard wood floor.

All he did was mutter under his breath as he basically carried me upstairs to my room. I closed my eyes and drifted away from reality.

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I opened my eyes to darkness. I wasn't surprised. To my left was Ski, knocked out in my desk chair. The only reason why I knew it was him was because of his super bright clothes. I felt better enough to stand up, so I did and walked to the big window I had.

The streets were quiet, and cold looking. I hated the wintertime. It was bleak and depressing. Plus, night came faster then usual.

I looked across the street to my neighbors house. Coming out of the door was a girl. She was my age, and height. She was light skin, with tattoos.

India.

She goes to my school, and shares classes with me. She's really social and has a bunch of friends.

Not to mention she was fine as fuck. I noticed that she was taking out the trash. When she finished, she looked around before going back inside.

I sighed and turned back towards Ski, who was still asleep. I sat back on my bed and stared at his sleeping body. He really is my best friend. He's been there when my mom was going through shit and couldn't really take care of me. Him and his parents opened their arms to me for five years.

I don't know what would have happened if he wasn't there for me.

Soon, Ski woke up. After he checked on me, we dapped and he went back home.

I changed into some basketball shorts and a tee, before sitting in the chair Ski was in. I took out a pack of cigarettes, picked one out, and lit it.

I inhaled the smoke, feeling lifted in some sort of way.

I just want this to end.

Tell me if you want me to continue.