"Are you sure you want to do this?" the low husky voice asked me for the third time.
"Just give me my shit." the loud music blasted as I grabbed the small yet powerful syringe from a blurred figure almost resembling that of a man.
"And turn your fucking radio down, you're giving me a headache." I shouted through the small window that separated me from the front seats. The needle pierced my already bruised skin, the small sting I felt was exactly what I needed to hype me for what was about to come. The liquid slowly travelled its way out the syringe, my eyes closed as it started to run through my veins.
I felt all my troubles melt away. After an intake of fresh air my eyes opened themselves to reveal a problem free world.
By now my mom was already on another flight halfway around the world and being the amazing mother she is, left a 16 years old troubled child alone without any supervision. It was as if she didn't even care about me, she showed no interest. Sure she got me whatever I wanted when I wanted but money doesn't grow good kids. What I wanted....no needed was love and maybe just maybe some of her attention. She loved working more than she does spending time with me.
Warm tears trickled along my cheeks as I stumbled my way through the dark parking lot in search of my newly purchased black BMW. Finally I found it, sitting in the cold darkness I couldn't help but laugh. It's the second week of the new year and I hadn't seen my mother once. I wish I could see her now tell her a word or two, better yet throw a vase in her direction, that always seemed to do the trick. My short moment of joy was interrupted by the buzzing of my phone as I turned onto the main road.
To Moya:"I hope my guy gave you just what you needed. If you're being less of a moody bitch, I'm over by Andy's house and he has pot!! Get your ass over here now!"
I smiled at the text from Mal. She was always looking out for me, always had my back like a best friend should. I was in the middle of typing her a response when I heard a loud honking sound, I raised my head from the little screen in my hand but it was already too late.
Everything was pitch black as my eyes refused to open. My body was numb, not a single muscle responded to my efforts of moving them. I tried screaming but nothing I did worked.
My ears picked up faint sounds but I couldn't make out any of them, they were all jumbled.
"Is she OK?"
That was the first thing I was able to make out all night. It sounded like my mother, it sounded as if she was....crying? I tried once again to open my eyes but nothing.... Silence filled my ears yet again. This wasn't supposed to happen tonight. I was supposed to take the heroine and would've been good, have some fun with Mal and if my mother didn't show by morning I would've hit the road with Mal and never look back. This is all my mother's fault.... if she had only come visit this wouldn't have happened, then again I didn't make it easy for her to know I wanted her to visit.
During the middle of my darkness a sudden pain washed over me. My body was no longer numb but instead everything hurt. My toes, my knees, my thighs, my pelvis, my back, my fingers, my chest....
"Help me!" I tried to cry but no one seemed to hear.
"Please, anyone."
"Sweetie I'm here, open your eyes Moya, please." I heard my mother's voice clear as day and felt her shaking my shoulders.
My eyes flew open and I blinked quickly to recognize my surroundings. Thankfully it wasn't a white hospital room filled with the awful scent of medication instead it was my bedroom. The familiar lilac painted walls eased me, slightly reducing my panting.
YOU ARE READING
Nobody's
Romance"He was practically hovering over me, both his hands resting on my seat to support himself. My panting continued, with my body being pressed into the leather seat. His eyes were soft yet burning as if they were trying to tell me something but I was...
