Ophelia

Chapter One

Hey guys, so this is a new story for y’all. It’s one I’ve been thinking of writing for a while now, and have finally gotten around to doing.

It’s a lot different from my past stories, but I’m hoping you’ll give it a chance. As I mature so does my writing, so… hope you like it? :)

Btw, this chapter is purposely short just because I wanted to introduce Ophelia's character alone first. 

WARNING: DRUGS, ALCOHOL, SEX. Do not read on if this type of thing offends you in anyway.

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The air around me smelt of pot, booze, BO, and barf. Scrunching my nose up, I shoved through the crowd of people at the back door and pushed my way out to the lowly light back patio. Seeing an empty white lawn chair, I rush my way toward it before one of these drunken douchebags takes it. Reaching the chair, I flop down into it, causing some of my beer to splash over onto my pants.

“Whoops.” I giggle to myself, as I reach into my pocket and pull out the joint that I had just bought from some random dude inside the house. Leaning back in the chair, I stick it between my lips and light up.

After a few long drags off of the drug, if you even consider it a drug, I begin to feel the calm wash over me as I stare lazily up at the star covered sky. Gulping down the last bit of beer in my can, I drop the can to the ground and let my eyes slide shut. Despite the loud pounding music from the house, the people talking all around me, and the random couples doing their business behind the pool house, it was rather peaceful out here to me.

Hearing a loud crash, I open my hazy eyes and glance up to the two story white house. I notice a giant crowd in the kitchen through the back door I had come out of, causing me to groan. Throwing my legs over the side of the lawn chair, I rest my elbows on my knees with the joint dangling between my lips as I watch the idiots inside fight.

I continue to watch the fight from my lawn chair until someone flops down beside me, causing me to turn my head and glare at the new comer. “Can I help you?” I ask the blonde headed boy who sits, grinning, next to me.

“Mind sharing that?” He motions to the barely left joint between my fingers.

Raising an eyebrow at him, I snort, taking the last drag from it before throwing it on the ground and stomping on with the toe of my doc marten. “It takes a special type of person for me to give away the last hit of my joint, sorry kid.” I shrug, not caring less if I pissed the boy off or not.

“Well aren’t you Susie Sunshine?” He grumbles as he shoves himself up and stomps away.

Shrugging again, I kick my feet back up on the lawn chair and layback to stare at the stars again. Inside I faintly hear the radio introduce the next song as one by a new band called October; probably a shitty boy band, which is all Amanda seems to play at her parties. I continue to lay and stare at the stars, enjoying my high, until my phone buzzes and notifies me to the fact that it is 1am.

Once again, I push myself off of the lawn chair, but this time I get up and shove my way back into the house and look for Amanda. Once I spot her dyed red hair in the dining room playing a game of beer pong, I walk up to her and grab her waist. She jumps but sighs when she realizes it’s me. “1am?” She asks, and I nod. She turns back to the people she was playing with and lets them know she will be back in a few minutes.

Grabbing me by the arm, she pulls me into the kitchen, where she pulls out a key from a cup on a high shelf and hands it to me. “Clean up after yourself, don’t break anything, and be safe.” She says sternly. I smile and pat her arm.

“Dontcha worry, Manda. I’m always a good girl in the pool house.”

Heading toward the pool house, I snatched up a shot someone had just poured and gulped it down, despite their yelling. Once I got to the door of the pool house, I saw a figure leaning against it 

“Made it on time, I see.” He commented as I shoved the key into the door.

Grunting at his comment, I slammed the door and locked it after he entered behind me. “You brought what I asked for right?” I ask, arching an eyebrow at his dark shadow.

He nodded. “Of course,” he proved by pulling out a small baggy of pot. “And your form of payment?” He asks, a smirk playing on his mouth.

Rolling my eyes at his suggestive tone, I unbutton my skinny jeans and shove them down. “As you wish.” I mumble, as his hands meet my waist and he pulls me toward the couch. I knew I was going to regret this later.

Hours later, I lie with a thin white sheet covering my naked and sweaty body as I look up at the stars from the lawn chair I have come so accustomed to. Another joint rested between my fingers, as I tried to relax my mind from the events I had endured tonight… and every night of my life. My thoughts haunt me every damn sleepless night, and the only thing that seems to help is drugs, and alcohol. It’s an awful life, really. But what else was a girl to do when she wanted to escape her past?