Ink

Scarecrow

I watch as Marilyn rolls up a blunt and then proceeds to smoke it. She offers me some and I politely turn it down. I haven't been going to meetings for no reason. I feel the urge, as I usually do, to break the silence, but before I can the doorbell rings. Marilyn jumps up and peeks throw the curtains, when she sees who it is she let's out a "WOO" and opens the door. One, two, three, four people come in. Two of the girls plopped down on either side of me on the futon, one of the guys got the chair, and the other got the floor.

"Candy, this is Henry," She makes a grand gesture to the built guy who looked to be in his late twenties with black hair sitting on the recliner who then gave me a two fingered wave, "Jacob," She points to a small blonde wearing a tie. The one sitting on the floor. He offers a small "Hullo". British. "Danny," She gestures with her eyes towards the girl on my right. I then notice how gorgeous she is. Not a normal gorgeous but a rebellious beauty. She has starling red hair, snake bites, a neck tattoo of a rose, and wore a short black dress. She smiled a small smile which showed dimples. "And Paige," Paige was the very frail looking girl sitting next to me on the left. She had short bleach blonde hair and was wearing a leather jacket with converse. For some reason I admired that. During the introductions Marilyn had passed around the blunt. I noticed that the only person who hadn't taken it was Jacob.

"Children," Marilyn announced taking the joint back from Paige, "This is the woman who broke my heart, Candy." She gave me a wink.

"Welcome to the group," Henry leaned over and fist bumped me. Danny went to the kitchen.

"So, Candy," Paige said as she put her arm around me, "What made you decided life as you know it was over?"

"Aye, she don't want to talk about that," Henry said to Paige.

"I was just asking the girl!" Paige laughed.

So. Much. Uncomfort. Danny came back in the living room with a six pack of beer and an American flag colored bong. The group let out a woop as Danny passed around the beer. Paige passed the joint to me and these were the thoughts going through my head:

a) Why's she passing it to me, does she think I smoke?

b) Don't take it.

c) Really, Candace, don't take it.

So I took it.