Lovely | Terrornuckle

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Tuesday
October 9, 2018

Nimbly, I grabbed the ziplock bag that held bunches of green buds. I picked one out and broke it into tiny pieces, sighing as I did so. I pulled a lighter out of my pocket and then grabbed a bowl out of my dresser drawer. Gingerly, I put the green pieces into the low opening of the bowl, I then pulled it up to my lips with my lighter in hand. Lighting it,
and then stopping the flame, I sucked in. I pulled the mini, glass bowl away from my mouth and blew out smoke, smiling as I did so. My phone let out an annoying ding, my eyes rolled and I set my phone aside. My phone was filled with unread messages from Brock and the others, I've been too busy to answer. I brought the marijuana back to my face and lit it up again.

One hit,
Two hits,
Three more hits,
Four more hits...

My body began to numb as my face flustered, and my lips curled, and my eyes squinted. I set down the now empty bowl as my body plopped onto my bed, the high filling my veins. My phone went ding again and I giggled, my body rumbling. I stood up, my body feeling light. Suddenly, my computer screen lit up blue with the all too familiar ring from Skype. I snickered at myself because I probably look high. Lightly and slowly I made my way over to my monitor, I pulled my hood up and pulled the strings to hide my face a bit. I read the screen, Brock would like to FaceTime. I smiled, my cheeks burning as I sat down and answered his call.
"Oh, thank goodness you answered" An exasperated Brock said. My lips were stuck at a grin and my eyes were crinkled, I sniggered and stared at the man on the other side of the screen.
"Hey, uh, Brian?" The male said, his eyebrows rose and he seemed to study my face. My eyes darted to my desk and my fingers tapped at the wooden top as my smile wavered a bit.
"Dude, are you high or something?" He said before going silent. I shook my head, unable to open my mouth and speak. My throat and tongue dried and my body buzzed. I smacked my lips a bit, wanting water.
"Are you fucking serious" Brock grumbled, I flinched away and my eyes wandered back to the screen. He stared at me, his face was red and his eyes looked weak as his lips quivered.
"Brock, it's fine" I said, my words coming out disconnected and short. He shook his head and and sniffled a bit, not breaking his gaze. I bit at my lip, iron kissing my sandpaper tongue.
"What are you trying to hide?" He whispered as his voice cracked. I paused, my head pounding. He continued to stare. I sucked in air as my chest tightened, and my stomach rattled.
"Brian, this is why I said you can talk to me" The male inquired, as he tapped his hand against his desk. I paused and my brows rose, silently questioning him, what? A light sigh left his lips before he spoke up again.
"I mean, instead of smoking away your feelings you can talk about them" He paused, took a sip of water and continued.
"Brian, I've tried it before. Masking your feelings only makes it worse" Brock mumbled weakly. I nodded as tears hugged my eyes. I bit at my nails as my breathing became shaky and uneven. My face was still boiling, and my head continued to hurt causing my high to disappear.
"I'm sorry" Was all I could muster up before my eyes opened their gates, allowing water to flow freely down my face.