Withdrawn

Chapter 10

I woke up in the same bed but this time instead of just my body strapped to it, my arms were hands were strapped to the sides of the bed. I pulled at my arm to see if it could come loose, it didn't.

"It's to stop you from hurting yourself again." I looked up to see James sitting in a chair at the end of my bed.
"I could get you arrested." I said to him.
He smirked "And I could get an A in Economics. Both things that are never going to happen."

James had been my best friend since we were six. His dad was police officer which I found greatly ironic seeing he started drug dealing after his mum died, a week before his 15th birthday. He had hair that was darker than mine which many people thought was impossible but his eyes were ice blue, the complete opposite of mine. He worn the same leather jacket everyday, the same one his mum had given him the just before she died as an early birthday present. He always had a toothpick in his mouth which either disgusted girls or attracted them, but the ones it attracted tended to get disgusted by the fact he deals drugs and the few girls there were ok with both of those traits were screwing half the footy guys. So in short James had never had a girlfriend even though the guy acted and dressed the same way as Alex Turner. He said he was far too epic for a girlfriend anyway but I could tell he didn't truly feel that way. He was pretty much alone except for me, who in the past few months had barely payed attention to him except when I needed more heroin.