metamorphosis | g.d

fourteen - od

grayson's pov
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Winter had come and gone, and it was finally springtime. Christmas wasn't as cheery as it normally is this year. My mom found a bottle of liquor in my room and I was set on house arrest for the entirety of winter break. I was able to have Alice sneak into my room though, and let's just say a lot of shit went down.

School began to feel like more of a chore and I slowly started failing most of my classes. You can blame it on the drugs, but I blame it on teenage procrastination. Who wants to sit in a hot, musty school for hours learning complete and utter bullshit? Not me.

Luckily, today was the first day of Spring Break, but I couldn't spend it with Alice. She was going on a cruise to the Bahamas. I was jealous. How was I supposed to get all the stuff without her here? Everyone else in The Clique was very protective when it came to sharing stuff. Whatever, I guess.

I had completely ruined everything I had with Mallory, and she was dating Ethan now. I have no clue as to why this bothered me. I had Alice, and I had drugs. She had Ethan and her friends. We were both happy. Why was I so upset that she found love in Ethan?

It's not like I was completely truthful when I said I liked her too, I honestly just wanted an excuse to kiss her. I must've been on complete bullshit when I said I liked her. Sober Grayson was wild.

Sober Grayson sucked.

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I was currently sitting at home on the couch, bored with nothing to do. My parents were on a week-long vacation to The Poconos while Ethan was definitely at Mallory's.

I was feeling strangely upset because Alice wasn't here. Was I missing her physically, or was I missing what she brought me?

Hooking up with Alice was definitely a perk, but the drugs definitely topped everything.

I decided that I was gonna have a little fun by myself.

I walked upstairs to my room and opened the cupboard of my bedside table. Inside, was a cornucopia filled with cocaine, xanax, percocets, weed, and anything else you could name.

Honestly, I'm surprised my parents never smelt anything odd in my room. I had over 10 grams of weed in my cabinet and it smelled really strong.

I pulled everything out of the cabinet and brought it downstairs with me. I began cutting and lining the cocaine, rolling the weed, and placing the xanax and percocets in a small pill dish.

I snorted the lines of coke, swallowed the pills, and began smoking the blunt all at once. I put on some TV so I could ease my mind a bit.

It wasn't hitting me, I wasn't getting high at all. I felt normal. I wanted more. After I finished my blunt, I cut more lines, spilled more pills and rolled another blunt. This time, I pulled out a bottle of vodka to go along with my hard drugs.

I plopped myself down on the couch and waited for my high to come.

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2 hours passed and I was completely blown out of my mind. However, the experience was not pleasant at all. Usually, my highs are filled with swirling colors and funny images, but this high was not that at all. Scary faces started coming out of walls, I was hallucinating and I saw dead bodies everywhere I went. I looked at myself in the mirror, and a goblin crawled out of my neck.

My vision started to get very blurry, I couldn't see anything in front of me. My head swirled. My skin was drench in sweat.

I searched through my phone to call someone, knowing my body was failing me.

I pressed the first person I saw, and it rang twice before they answered.

"Hello?"

"Help..." was the last word I said before my vision turned black.

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