Enantiodromia (Kellic)

32.Rehab

Vic pov

I was back at work when it happened. It had been two weeks since I saw Kellin, and one week since I started working again. I was walking my way to wait on a table when I saw it was two jocks from school. I rolled my eyes but nonetheless approached with my head  held high.

"Hi I'm. Vic, I'll be your waiter for today, what would you like to drink?" I said with fake merriment , getting my pen and pad ready. The guys looked up at me and one of them snorted.

"Hey aren't you that kid who does heroin and dropped out? The little fag drug boy?" Spoke the dirty blonde one who had snorted at me.

My grip on the pencil in my hand tightened and I felt my heart beat speed up a bit. This was all at the mention of the word heroin. I barely heard what he said afterwards. I had said that word a couple times in the last five weeks, so had My manager, I'd seen it in random places and heard it and not been bothered, but right then as it entered my ear drum, I wanted to die.

It started as an itch in my veins but I worked through it, ignoring what they said and taking their order, I traveled to the bathroom afterwords like a robot. I was in autopilot. The itch spread all over my skin, but it was underneath. I couldn't reach it, I felt like needed to tear open my skin to get to it. I started frantically itching and I walked backwards until I was against the wall before proceeding to slide down it. The room began to spin and I remembered how it felt. How heroin felt. The rush. The adrenaline. The come down, the nodding off. I wanted it. I wanted it all.

I remembered the bursts of tingly happy and the way it spread slowly trough my body . The total peace of mind, then the semi-consciousness. Bliss. It felt like being freezing cold, and lowering yourself into a warm bath. It feels like being blazing hot and walking into a cold department store. Heroin feels like sex on the beach with a slight breeze. It feels like the best orgasm you could ever have, better than any sex, those first few minutes are the best. And I miss it.

There  was banging on the door which snapped me out of it. When I looked down at my arm where the faded track marks lie, my skin was bright red from the scratching. I saw flakes peeling off and some under my fingernails. This is the monster I've made.

More banging disrupted my thought." Vic! Get out of there's! What are you doi- I'm coming in." I heard my bosses voice before the door opened and he saw me sitting there on the floor with tears that I hadn't  even noticed beginning to dry on my face. He sighed and shut the door, locking it before sitting down beside me and putting an arm around my shoulder.

"You okay?" He asked staring at the grimy wall ahead.

"No."

"That's okay. " he paused. "We're all not okay sometimes, and that's fine. It's normal. You need to go home and wash your face and watch a movie, or better yet, go to my house. I'll drive you there, I don't want you home. You could do something to yourself at home. Come on, stand up." He said, standing up himself. I compiled and stood with a bit of his help.

As we exited, I could feel the jocks eyes on me. I could hear them laugh. One of them yelled something after me but ignored it. I felt all my coworkers staring at me. This was like a walk of shame, damnit. Why can't I just be fucking normal?

The whole duration of the car ride, I tried to shut off my thoughts but I could help it. I just couldn't.

When we arrived at his house, he showed me to food, showed me how to work the remote, told me not to go in his room, and set me up on the couch before heading back up the the restaurant, locking the door on his way out. Truth is, I would've left and shot up if knew how to get to Ray's from here.