Aubrey Tessel's life story would be an article about the long term effects drugs have on a kid's future. Just when she thinks she's grasped onto hope of being content, it slips from her fingers. As she finally gets fed up of her constant cycle of de...
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"You left me, baby," the first sight to greet me as I walked into the house was Debbie sitting on the ground, her slim arms cradling her kneecaps. I stared at her for a moment, taking it in, before my sight of vision switched to the crack pipe by her feet.
I knew from the sight that I shouldn't feel sympathy, but to say my heart didn't break at the sight of her in the state would be a lie.
"You left me too." She looked up at me with blood shot eyes and a surprised expression.
I stepped slowly over to where she was sitting, before plopping down next to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. She looks shocked at my actions but didn't move. It was obvious she'd been crying not long before I'd walked in.
"I left you." Her voice was husky from the crying as she shook her head, looking at the ground in thought. She squeezes her eyes closed and a single tear falls down her hollow cheek, followed by a waterfall. "I'm a failure." She wiped her tears with the back of her hand. "I left you like Mark left me."
I straightened up, my arm falling from around her shoulders. Here I was thinking she was crying out of guilt.
My voice was shaky as I try to act like I wasn't affected by what she just said. "Mark left you."
She bursts into hysterics at my words, and I just stare at her blankly. "You're supposed to be comforting me, Aubrey." I sat there for a moment, too lost in my thoughts to bother about moving or talking. Her voice grew louder, "You're supposed to be here for me."
"It's because of Mark." My voice was blank. Her expression turned to anger at my words, as if to say 'what else would it be'.
I didn't move or flinch as she glared up at me, still in hyserics, I just stared at her before shaking my head. "What's wrong with you?" It was my own voice, but I was too lost in the confusion of how she went from being so hurt to so angry in a matter of seconds.
"What's wrong with me? You're the reason he's gone!" I stared at her, unable to believe my ears. Her voice was raised and I flinched.
I think back to the time that creep was over, which ended in me getting a crackpipe identical to the one that lay on the floor next to us thrown at me.
"I was just trying to look out for yo-" I was cut off immediately by Debbie standing up.
"You've never done anything to look out for me!" She was shouting and I stayed quiet, looking at the floor, before grasping the pipe in my hand and replaying the thought over in my head that she wasn't really like this, it was just the ice she had in her system. "Just get out! Get out before I fucking make you!"
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