Keep On Hoping

Chapter three

               ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~FlashBack~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

            I was dressed in all black. I normally wouldn’t sneak out in the middle of the night, but I needed fresh air. Last week my father tried to stab me. I locked myself in my room, isolating myself from everyone and anyone.

            Two weeks ago in class I heard some kids talk about this drug and how it relieves them from anxiety, which I never understood why they needed to be relieved by drugs. I asked for information for the guy they were buying the drugs off of, and when they gave me a strange look and I gave them a death glare.

            The dealers name was Marco. He was seventeen and only worked on the corner of Harrison and Jacklocks, which was about five miles from my house. He works only after eleven PM, and well it was 11.01PM when I was trying to climb out my window.

            I was only twelve and a half and yet I made more money then any other kid made. How did I do it? Well it was easy; I stole it from my mother, who is too dumb to notice. I worked on this stash for three years and I was ready to give it all up to save my soul.

            I was finally free and outside. The sky was cloudy and it was a full moon out. It gave me an eerie feeling, but I pushed myself to go see Marco.  It was maybe a quarter after midnight when I finally found him as his leaned under a lightpost, smoking a…cigar…..How cliché!

            “Are you Marco?” My voice was shakey. I felt like I was in a scary movie and this was the moment when he was going to mug and rape me then run off leaving me to die.

            “Yea….Can I help you?” he spit and walked towards me.

            “Yea.I….I…Uh…I need…Um….You sell drugs?”

            He laughed and said “Nah! I just like to hang out in the middle of nowhere where cops will never find me, just for the fun of it. Is there anything special you need?”

            “I…Uh….Peyote?” I didn’t even realize how much my hands were trembeling.

            “How much.” I was too choked up to say anything so I just handed him the hundred dollars. “You want a hundred dollars’ worth of this?” I nodded as he went into his stash.

            I never noticed how much I could have gotten with that much money. I must have had seven pounds worth of this stuff. I probably wasn’t going to use it all, but it was nice to know I could get away with it if I needed to.

            When I got home, I noticed my door was busted open. My bed was still the same, with the pillows underneath the blankets and the doll, which resembled me, lay to the side so they couldn’t see my face no matter what.  Except what if they knew I was gone, and then while I’m away at school they check my room, and find I have drugs. I was screwed. Wait I’m still not going to school.

            Before I went to bed I tried a button of this stuff I just bought. It must have been the bitterest thing I ever tried. But after awhile I could feel my body soothen to the liquid it produces. My body started to relax as it burned up heat. I slept nearly naked. I had the craziest dreams ever that night.

            The first dream that night was when my father hit Shane for the first time. I cried out at him as he tossed me into the wall. I ran out the door, leaving Shane with my father. I went to the tree house he built only a mile away and started crying. Before Shane could come find me, I was sleeping on the hard floor. Shane’s face was all bruised up, and was shaking. I felt so bad for him, wishing I never met him to save him from this misery.