The fact that I lost my sense of self with him wasn't what scared me. What scared me was the thought of us becoming each other's personal drugs. A drug that was as addictive and heart racing as cocaine and as tiring as heroin. A drug that would in t...
Walking down the cold Manhattan streets was a normal thing for me. My dark hair blew into my face as I made my way onto the subway.
I'm Veronica, also known as Vee to some. My life isn't really interesting at all.
I go to college at NYU and I guess you could say I have a pretty average group of acquaintances, but I have only one best friend.
Her name is Jenny. She has blonde vibrant hair with brown eyes. We've known each other since kindergarten.
I walk into my loft and set the keys down before throwing my bag onto the floor.
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Good thing it was the weekend, bad thing was that I have a 100 page paper due on Monday.
I put my hands through my dark auburn hair while walking to the fridge and grabbing a beer.
Let me give you some background on my life growing up.
I grew up with strict, rich parents. They never let me do anything except school and hang out with Jenny.
I couldn't have boyfriends, I couldn't go to homecoming, prom or any parties and if I got lower than an A they wouldn't let me hang out with Jenny, which was a big deal for me because she was the only person I ever spoke to.
In high school I was introverted, I'm not really sure why though.
My parents live in the Hamptons and my dad would always be away for quite some time, most of the time.
Their parenting skills did take a toll on me I guess.
I couldn't talk to my mom about anything. I remember the first time I got my period, she just handed me a pad and said "deal with it".
I had to learn everything from Jenny, she had parents who were there for her and in that aspect, I envied her.
I plopped down on my couch, and without thought I grabbed my tv remote and began to channel surf.
As I bought the cold beer glass up to my lips, my phone began to ring.
It was Jenny.
"Hey." I answered, never taking my eyes off the tv.
