"I guess we'll just have to be screwed up together."
Evelyn Woods is a 17 year old girl on the verge of being forced to go to rehab. When she meets a boy named Gustav, what happens when she realizes there's someone worse off than her?
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"hold me, i can't breathe. i dont wanna die, i don't wanna OD." _____________
Evelyn's POV
When I opened my eyes, it was some ungodly time in the morning; around 5AM. I'm not sure what disturbed my sleep, but I was surprised with the amount of sedatives in my system that I had even moved an inch after finally passing out.
I rolled over onto my side, and I noticed that there was a weight holding me down. An arm. Bexey's arm, to be exact. I was tucked comfortably under the blankets while he slept respectively on top of them.
No, I didn't forget that I had practically begged him to stay with me. I just didn't know if he actually would through out the night or not. I appreciate it massively because if he had left me alone I probably would have fallen asleep in that horrid orange chair by the pool and that's just not very classy—but neither are many of the things I've done in the last couple of days.
Morals, what are those? (A/N: r.i.p. vine)
My stomach growled angrily and I sighed, realizing I needed to feed myself soon or I'd probably start dry heaving again and that's just not cute let alone healthy.
"Bex," I whispered, trying to wake him up. He didn't stir until I started pushing him lightly, but even then he stayed slumped. I couldn't exactly release myself from his tight grasp, so I decided to do what any normal person would do.
I bit him.
"Ow, fuck!" Bexey howled and pulled his arm back in a flash. "What'd you do that for?" That sure woke him up, didnt it?
"You weren't waking up and I'm hungry." I quipped at him without slurring my words which I'm proud of. I'm still feeling the affects of the high, so it was a tough accomplishment.
"You want something to eat?" I nodded my head yes, like duh, and he removed himself from the bed. I crawled out after him and attempted walking. My legs feel like Jello, or some form of limp noodle. I stumbled a bit and Bexey took my upper bicep (as if they had any muscle) in his hand, helping me catch my balance. We finally got down the stairs with some ease and reached the kitchen.
Bexey planted me on a wooden stool that sat lonely in the front of the steel counter in the kitchen. In a house that mainly consists of parties and the occupants being mainly young men, this counter is so clean I can see my reflection.
"Whatcha want to eat?" He asked.
"Do you guys have cereal?" Bex nodded and pulled out a box of Lucky Charms from the cupboard above the sink. Luckily those are my favorite kind, but I'd probably eat just about anything right now. As Bexey started getting a bowl and spoon out, my eyes wandered around the other side of the apartment/house. There aren't any more people hanging around and to my surprise there's nobody passed out on any of the furniture.
