Stay high (harry styles)

Stay high - chapter 1

drugs. people sniff them , smoke them , inject them , just to feel the pure pleasure and comfort of the drug they were consuming. to feel the burn and feel the grams enter their blood stream.

i never understood what was so good about the grams that could take you life at any unexpected time. you get these talks in school about how drugs are bad for you. you would sit and listen till you had enough and all the words that were spilling from there mouths would go in one ear and out the other.

the only time i was truly aware of how life threatening drugs were was when they took my mom , infecting her with her addiction and consuming every cell in her body only to doom her into death.

yes , my mom did drugs and now she is dead.

I never really understood the reason she would take the pills , she never appeared depressed or unhappy with her life . But i guess everybody has a secret to tell ...

my dad had also become a druggie and abusive to me and my younger sister when my mom was taken , we assumed he was stressed and upset about my mom but both of my parents were careless . im 17 and my sister is 4 years old. i still go to school but its my last year. i'm afraid of turning into my druggie parents and being abusive. i dont let anyone in. i cant trust the world or the people in it. This life has taught me an important lesson , and that is to never rely on anyone else , and too take things into your own hands. school is a problem for me , i only have 3 friends and they have known me since the first year.

i had my first boyfriend when i was 15 , i was so in love nobody else mattered to me , i pushed everyone away, resulting in no one to fall back on , so when it turned out he was using me to take my virginity , i was so heart broken , and crushed , but no one was here to comfort me , so the only way i knew to handle the situation was to do exactly what my parents did to handle stress , i get high all the time, like my parents just to keep him off my mind.

im not proud of my life style , but ive grown to enjoy it slightly....................

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''EBONY , GET DOWN HERE YOU WHORE'' a booming angry voice , awoke me from my slumber , my dad.

when i didnt budge , loud heavy steps echoed through out the empty rotten apartment . my door to my bedroom burst open , to reveal my dad with fists clenched and gritted teeth with the anger clearly visible and radiating off of him.

''I SAID . GET HERE YOU -''

'' WHORE ? IM NOT A FRIKIN WHORE DAD !!'' I finished his sentence and smirked.

'' listen you , its time for school , mondayyy , come on !!'' my dad had a sudden mood swing , as if none of that just happened it was either he was very bipolar or sometimes i blame the coke and weed he takes. i groaned but still managed to slump myself out of bed to get into the shower and get ready. wearin my black beanie over my long ginger hair, my dark green over sized coat , aztec print crop top, shorts and black tights . the outfit i chose complimented my small waist and bigger bust, im not fat but im not anorexic. i put foundation on my face to cover up any , scars bruises or marks from my abusive dad. eyeliner , and mascara so emphasise my oceanic blue eyes. while finishing off with dark lip stick and black doc martin shoes . i stumbled out the door and too school.

The crisp , fresh air hit my burning cheeks and whipped my long ginger hair around under my beanie. i inhaled a deep breath through my nose , which only brings my addictions to my mind. only my best friend knew i did drugs , but when he moved away , no one else knew therefor weren't able to talk about it to me and convince me to stop . although im sure people at school had their suspicions. i was arriving at the school gates , seeing everybody crowding and lingering in their own little groups. Talking and giggling about some sort of shit , one way or another. but as soon as i made an appearance at the gates , the talks and giggling became whispers and sniggers. I was 100% certain all the talk was now based on me ad the rumours. i was basically the school freak , people made up rumours like "shes a prostitute to the PE teacher" or "her dad fed her drugs and thats why she is fugly" . Yeah , sure im not the prettiest but at least im not a skank. Its true , i am still a virgin but the whole "bad ass" look im trying to pull off certainly gives the wrong impression.

I walked straight through the crowd and round to the back of school, ignoring the stares from other students that were burning holes though me. i reached to the back of a brick wall and pulled out fag. slowly sliding it out of the packet and placing it between my chapped lips. i grabbed my lighter and clicked it a few times before the blazing orange-like flames lit, i hovered the now lit lighter over the end of the fag , Waiting for it to lite. as soon as it did i put the lighter down and away in the bottom of my bag. When i puffed the first smoke my tense muscles relaxed and i gazed blankly at the atmosphere around me. Letting the nicotine numb my brain and block the outside world around me .i began to think about what my life could have been like if i hadnt had done the drugs and never began smoking. the school bell broke me from my thoughts signalling it was time for tutor. and with that i chucked the cigarette from my mouth onto the floor and squashed it into the concrete, fixing my hair and beanie i stepped in to school and made my way to tutor.