Hypodermic Dispositions

Chapter 3

The ethereal, pink sky had made its way through the crack in my curtains yet again, my head was pounding, and the taste of last nights beer and regret still stagnant in my mouth. I checked the time.

6:12 AM

I clambered out of my rickety bed, grasping at my forehead, water. I tip-toed down my staircase to reveal a still-passed-out- Damon, now on the floor. He must've fell off the sofa in his sleep. Served him right.

I poured myself and Damon a glass of water, the discoloured magnolia taps shuddering as I did so, ugh. "fucking hell, my head" he was awake then. I crept back into the small and stuffy lounge, with a smug grin plastered on my face. "morning princess" I gleamed. "on a comedown are we?" My tongue coated with venom. "yes. Just-don't bother, too early" he croaked. I feebly offered him some toast, to which he denied: To no surprise.

A silence dragged

"Right then, I'm off to the shop, need anything?" I hummed

"pack of fags if you can, love" He picked himself up off the ground and brushed off the dust and residue that lay so bloody thick on my living room floor. "I'll come if you like" ugh. "yeah..alright" at least I'd be able to speak to him about last night

The oh-so-familiar pavements hit my eyes harder than usual. Sunglasses would have helped. My eyes glanced toward Damon, he still looked rough. Hair once again plastered to his forehead, cheekbones much more prominent than before. "So..last night then. Wanna tell me what you were doing?" I practically whispered, the morning air slowing me down. Fucking smog. "I really don't understand why you're so...annoyed. It's just a bit of fun" he chuckled. Did he really think this was funny? "what so you're some smackhead now? Is that it? Fucking shooting up in shitty house parties, yeah?" My voice was drenched in resentment and... Disgust. His eyes darted to mine, he looked hurt. "sorry" I mumbled, looking like a told off schoolgirl. We carried on walking

He finally spoke. After what seemed like forever "It's just getting difficult to stop Alice.. That's all"

"so were you planning on telling me? At all" I responded, rapidly becoming more and more upset. "I don't know" He whispered.

We got back and I threw the small blue box of cigarettes at him. Slamming my keys down on the table. "Thanks Alice"