4058 [the historian]

philip 3

when i woke up, the mess i had created due to my withdrawl rage was now cleaned up. i looked up sleepily and saw celeste and trevor making small talk. i got up, stretching and letting out a yawn. their attention had turned towards me, looking at me with careful, watchful eyes. 

"you're finally up sleeping beauty." trevor remarked, earning a chuckle from both celeste and i. 

"you guys cleaned it up?" i scanned the room, seeing the mess i had created was now gone and everything was put away neatly. 

"yeah." this time celeste spoke, looking over at the spot i had once left a disaster. 

"thank you..." i replied, walking over to her and trevor. 

"food?" trevor asked, handing me a bag which had a burger and a handful of fries. i was grateful for that, i hadn't really taken my hunger into account even when i fed celeste earlier. i ate the food quickly, trying my hardest to savor it. none of us knew how long we'd be in the 21st for, we could live our host's lives out or we could be ended early. it all depended on the directors decision... 

"boss man is coming in a few. he got a messenger at work today." trevor spoke aloud. neither of us replied though, both just acknowledging the fact. 

i turned of the television, it was background noise for us. the news woman from when i had watched it before came on, her voice was steady as she reported on todays weather. 

"today we'll experience a high of 65 and the low is 46. you should see this cold front come in within the next few days. the temperatures will be expected to drop towards the mid and high 50's, even low 60's during the week. there will be rain showers later tonight and possibly into the next morning. scattered showers throughout the week will be popping up as well, though at the most it will be light. so grab your umbrellas guys!" she recited whatever they had put on the screen beside the camera. 

i already knew it all, the weather patterns and the temperatures for the day. being a historian had it's perks in a way, i never had to watch the news like this because i already knew. this time i didn't recite her words, i simply listened. trevor was scrolling on some web page on the computer and celeste listened to the news. 

i was bored of it already, there was never anything new going on. i turned towards poppy, seeing as though i really hadn't spent any time with since celeste had come. i walked over to her tank and lifted the lid. i scooped her up, careful to grab her shell as gently as i could. by now she was used to being held, she no longer tucked away in her shell, she just accepted it. 

"hey girl." i spoke to her softly, brushing her shell with my fingers. 

she never replied nor did anything, she just looked up at me. maybe that was why i liked her, because she would let me vent without having an opinion. she always was here, it wasn't like she couldn't leave. but i found most times when i needed a friend she was always there. 

"you want some lettuce?" i walked over to the fridge, carefully holding poppy in one hand and grabbing the head of lettuce in the other. i set her down on the table, she didn't move or even try she just laid there looking around. i ripped off a few pieces of lettuce and set them in front of her. she moved slowly over towards it, when she had gone there she ate it quickly. 

"what's her name?" celeste spoke up as i watched poppy. 

"poppy." i replied, petting her while she ate. the door to the garage opened quickly, causing our attention to be drawn there. grant walked in, dressed in his usual fbi suit attire, holding large bags of fast food. 

"marcy would have a heart attack if she saw the amount of fast food we've been eating." trevor piped up, hopping up to grab the bags from grant. grant handed it to him, then took his jacket off. the same white shirt he always wore was underneath. he threw the jacket on the back of the chair trevor was sitting on before. 

"it's a good thing she isn't." he joked back to trevor as he watched him dig into the bags. 

"you alright philip?" he asked me, looking over at me while i stood back and watched everyone. 

"yeah." i replied to him, walking towards him to get to poppy's cage. i placed her gently inside, giving her one last little pat and putting the top on. i grabbed two cups of fries and two burgers, setting them on the table. i placed one of each in front of celeste and grabbed mine. 

"thank you." she took the food gratefully. 

"yeah, hope you're not getting tired of burgers and fries yet." i smiled at her, walking towards my room with my food. i put them both on the bed, and slipped into the bathroom. i could feel the addiction wake as if it were a living thing. anytime i was near my cabinet, i almost felt drawn towards it. i locked the door, knowing i had to do my thing quickly before any suspicion rose.

grabbing the spoon, lighter, the heroin and a clean needle from the bin i started the process i knew all too familiar. once i had liquidated the heroin, i put it into the needle. it was a little more than marcy told me to do, but i would be fine. it wasn't like i had never gone above her recommended amount, it would last longer. i could go a couple of hours between doses, but i knew that one day it wouldn't be that easy. 

i tied the band i always kept around my wrist on my upper arm. i felt for a vein, finding a decent one in the corner of my elbow. i carefully pierced myself, pushing down the plunger on the syringe. it was within a few seconds that i felt the rush that i had loved so much. it was like i was in heaven. i felt so much calmer, i felt happier, like i was simply on the clouds. i untied the band and retied it loosely on my wrist. i packed my stuff away into cabinet, throwing away the needle in the small sharps container marcy bought me. 

walking out the bathroom, my vision was kind of off but i could still see somewhat clearly. i walked slowly towards my bedroom, hearing that they were talking to me but i didn't register any of it. as soon as i reached my bed, i collapsed on it. i had been careful to not mash my food in the process. i reached over to grab a fry, eating one after another. 

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grant had called out for philip, though he had never seemed to register it. he shook his head, suspecting it was the high that he was feeling that caused it. from where he stood, he could see halfway into the room. philip laid on his bed mindlessly eating his food, staring at the ceiling. 

"he's not in a decent condition for us to talk with." grant told celeste and trevor, who had been in their own little conversation while the other two did whatever they pleased. 

"the messenger at work today assigned us our mission." grant took on his usual boss voice, one that could only be describe as a mix of confidences and tough. 

"well what is is?" trevor replied, his interest rising by the seconds. 

"we have to go pick someone up.. her name is alice madden."

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okay now i have nothing to write bc i got major writers block. i'll go back and revise this later, i have hella jet lag. lmk what i can do better when i rewrite this or for future chapters.