Love Drugged

So, here I am again. 

Rehab. The worst place I've EVER experienced.

Think about it. No caffine, no electronics, no music, no friends.

If I was perfect like my brother and sister I wouldn't be having this problem... But I'm not.

So here goes another day of Narcotics Anonymous..

The counsler pointed to me and I rose softly and quietly. "Hi there guys. My name is Juliet and I'm addicted to many different drugs." 

"Hi Juliet" was there monotone response.

"I do drugs because I was taught to do them instead of facing my problems. My problems, haha wow... So, I guess I have to tell you my story. Mmkay. It started when I was in high school, my freshman year. The year my best friend killed himself after we knew each other since kindergarten. The year I got raped by my brother's 'friend.' The year I got put in to the hospital for trying to kill myself. Oh, and also the year I found out that my parents were serial killers. I was just peachy-effing-keen. I don't see how they expected me NOT to do drugs. Oh well, I'm pretty sure you get the jist of it, so I'm done for now.." 

I sat down in my seat and looked at the people staring. 

The counsler points to a long haired boy sitting a few seats away from me. He was gorgeous. He had shoulder length black hair with with light blue eyes. He had his septum and angel bites pierced. He was skinny but slightly muscular. God I wanted him at first glance. I couldn't take my eyes off of him. He stands and says, "Hey, I'm Jace and I've been addicted to drugsfor as long as I can remember."  

"Hi Jace.." everyone quietly said.

He began telling his story. 

It wasn't like any other story leading to drugs I've heard.. Usually it's something about neglect as a child or rape or trying to fit in..

His was completely different. Here, I'll retell it, but I might paraphrase. 

"Hey, I'm Jace and I've been addicted to drugs for as long as I can remember. That's most likely because they whiped my memory out though." He chuckled and continued, "I was abducted when I was in my early teen years.  I was continually sexually and mentally abused by the people who took me. It was a group of adults and one boy around my age. His name was Zane. He would see me suffer constantly. We became friends even though he was technically on their side." 

You could see the pain in Jace's eyes as he forced himself to go on. 

"He knew exactly when they came in each day to hurt me. They kept a very good schedule.  Zane would come in about 15-20 minutes before the others did. He would inject me with morphine so I couldn't feel al the pain they were causing... He was the best friend I've ever had.. Eventually he helped me escape that hell hole and I made him come with me. I couldn't leave my best friend with those.... those monsters..." 

At this point Jace had a few silent tears running down his cheeks. "He came with me even though he knew they would come after him. I didn't think they actually would... I didn't believe him.." He stopped to breathe a little before finishing. "I haven't seen him in months now.. Drugs are the only thing that keep me close to him. I can honestly say I feel like he's still there when I'm on drugs. Sometimes I see him when I'm tripping and we have long conversations like how we used to in the cell... God, I can't do this" 

Immeadiately after those words came out, he got up and ran out of the room.  

I jumped out of my seat and ran after him while the rest of the group just went on discussing theit "oh-so-hard" lives. 

Eventually I caught up to him and grabbed his arm. He swung around and hit me in the face. I fell to the ground as my nose started bleeding. "What in hell was that for!?" I yelled at him. 

"Oh my god, I am SOOOO sorry, It's habit after being abducted. I'm so insanely paranoid.." He helped me up and we walked to get some ice for my nose.

"Are you okay?" I asked him gently.

He looked at me as if I was crazy.

"I accidently punched you in the face and made you bleed and you're asking ME if I'M okay???"

"Yeah, you rushed out of there so quickly.. I knew you were hurt. That's why I followed you. I don't know why but I felt this strong connection with you and couldn't stand to see you upset... I had to make it better..  I probably sound so stupid. I just wanted-" 

Jace cut me off by crashing his lips against mine. That one kiss had more passion, love, and understanding than I have felt in my whole life. 

'NO, Juliet, snap out of it. You barely know him, don't go falling in love already' I thought to myself. 

Right then he kissed me again and I forgot the instructions and adivce I just warned myself about.

It couldn't hurt to be happy, right?

....Right?