I Fear Myself More Than I Fear You

Good Shit

"Oh fuck.. Oh fuuuuuck~" Simon drawled out, groaning. He could feel the drugs hitting him like a freight train. He was curled up in a fetal position in the kitchen. Never, NEVER again would he buy acid from the shady guy by the smoke shop.

He held his throbbing skull as he tried desperately to focus his eyes and regain his balance. He needed to leave.
No knowledge as to where but he needed to leave before his mother returned. Find some quick way to sober up.

Or bash his own skull in, whichever came first..

He used the counter to hold himself up as he quickly shuffled towards the door. Dragging his bag behind him and struggling to use the doorknob properly.

Out the door, the existence of the elevator slipped his mind as he dragged his feet behind him to the stairwell.

About 10 steps in he lost his footing and found his body being thrown down. When he halted he was down on his stomach laying by a pair of strangers feet.

"Simon??" A familiar feminine voice spoke. He attempted to look up only to see a blur of color. His vision was darkening as he felt his heartbeat pulsing in his ears.

He groaned up at her in response. (name) hesitantly grabbed his arm and helped him up to his knees. "What the hell?? Simon what happened?"

He groaned again and slumped his head. She sighed and began to pull him up and drag him away. He could barely keep his eyes open but he felt the pressure beneath his feet as she directed him through a dark doorway and into a room. And like that, everything went blank.

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(Name) took Simon into her home, shouting for her relative to come to her aid. She rested his now limp body on her sofa and lifted his head back.

"Whats up (na-) who the fuck is that??" Her brother stood in the hall staring at the drugged boy.
"Shut up and Help me, Chris! " She snapped. He kneeled by her side as she lightly slapped Simons face trying to get him back to consciousness.
The boy just groaned.

"His he drunk?" Her brother questioned examining his limp state. "doesn't smell like it."
She held his face up by his chin and opened one of his lidded eyes with her finger gently.
His mouth was ajar and drooling, his pupils wide as saucers across his eyes.

She sighed and let go of his face. "Chris get some ice water, he's drugged."

As Chris escaped to the kitchen he spoke through the walls, "Who the hell is this guy? How do you know him??"

She tried to prop him up with a pillow. "His name is Simon, hes..a friend."

Chris returned with a tall glass of water overflowing with ice, she took it from him and tilted it back into her friend's lips.
Seconds later Simons eyes flew open as he coughed and sputtered up the water, spilling all over his face.

Fear struck him as his vision was distorted and he could not recognize his surroundings or the people in front of him. The cold water down his throat burned through his body. The cold turned to a sudden heat rising up his throat.

He threw up all over himself, it pouring from his mouth onto his hoodie and on the floor.

Simon was out again.

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When his eyes opened, he felt a breeze hit his arms. The ceiling fan above him spun slowly.
He was cushioned underneath.
Simon blinked, his focus returning. A rancid taste in his throat and his stomach rumbled.

He lifted his body up slowly rubbing at a headache that raked his brain.

"what did you take?"

The sudden voice startled him.  He studied his surroundings. He was laying on a bed in a very small box shaped room. The warmth of another body near him. (name).

He was slightly relieved but still confused. He stared at the younger girl in front of him. She wore loose gray plaid pajama pants and a black tee-shirt that framed her upper body. Her hair was pulled up in a mess tie. She was holding a black pipe in her hands.
(name) repeated herself, looking at him with expressionless eyes.

"What did you take?"

"Acid." he replied weakly. She sighed deep. "Are you sure it wasn't heroin?" She gestured to the puncture wounds in his bare forearms.
His face grew red as he crossed his arms. Hiding his many scars. "That's none of your fucking business." Simon snapped.

"Maybe not." She turned herself towards him. "I'm not judging you, Simon, I'm just concerned."

He scowled, "You don't need to be."

(name) chuckled a bit. "I kinda have to be. I just washed your vomit off yourself and let you sleep in my bed."

Now his face burned in embarrassment. "Th-thanks..." He muttered and held his head in his hands.

"Wheres my hoodie?" Simon asked. She waved her hand towards her door.
"In the wash, I took care of it for you."

He hated how naked he felt under her eyes. His deep scars and needle wounds visible for all to see. He rubbed his fingers across his arms. His heart dropping painfully in his chest.

Another sigh sounded from her lips. Without saying anything she turned over her wrist to him, showing the many scars, old and fresh, littering her arms. Her skin like porcilen, his skin a darker tan color.

"One of a kind my friend." (name) smiled at him. Simon was surprised, and a bit saddened by the sight.
The pain in his heart throbbed. 'at least you're not alone' he thought.

He let go of his arms. And turned his attention back to the object in (name)'s hand. A black pipe with a little lighter.

She noticed his gaze fell there and she giggled a bit. "Only kind of drug we should be doing."
Holding it up to Simon, he took it from her hands and smirked down at the green leafy bud in the bowl.

"Take a hit my dude, it should help."
He did as told, inhaling deeply as the sweet earthy taste hit him.

"Thank you.." He breathed. She nodded.

"For everything.."

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(Hows that for a chapter guys~ Imma keep writing)