"Hello? Hello!He's waking up. Sir can you hear me?" My eyes blur open slowly. Lights of blue and red flash over my aching head. "What tge fuck?" I feel the sharps of glass stick out all over my face with my fingertips. "Can----hear----e---sir?" A femine voice buzzes. "Fuck lady! Yes I can, barely though! Wtf happened?" The lights pulse even brighter "You were in a car accident, sir can you tell me who the female figure you driver was?" I groan as I move my leg from under the car, " My mom- wait... where is she? What happend! Lady tell me where she is!" I sit up quickly and shake her. Tears stream from my eyes," Oh god she's--- FUCK!" Almost ripping out my hair I stand up and look at the piles of glass and metal. I looked threw the side view mirror. I looked like shit! My mom was no where to be seen.
My alarms screams as I wake up in a shock. Another reliving nightmare of my mother. That's the 11th this month. I hear a loud a bang on my door as the door slams open "Get your lazy ass up and find me some of that alcohol you got yesterday.......and find my fing keys." My drunk dad faintly shouts. His tank top stained with beer, potato chip grease, and some mystery stains. I russel my hair back and sigh "mkay dad." He walks out slowly and tumbles down the stairs. I pull off my covers while I pull my boxers up higher and take a look in the mirror. I try to keep my 6 pack but its fading slightly. I pull on my black shirt and my ripped blue jeans. My old varsity football jacket and head out. I sit in my 1990 Buick and pull my cigarette to my face. Only way to cope I guess. In 20 minutes im in the back of the liquor store searching threw the garbage. In the corner of my eye I see a girl with golden brown skin, vierce green eyes, and brown hair. She stares at me and flipped her leather jackets collar out "Looking for a drink kid? I can hook you up" she winks. " names Jadin. Yours?" She licks her lips. "Marcus. I need a bottle for um-" she interrupts me quickly, "Don't need a reason just a favor. Able to lie?" I nod " Good, Marcus I need you to help me pick up a delivery....of angel dust. Are you up for it?" Scared but needy "Yes."
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Dissolving
Teen Fiction13+ a 16 year old boy, Marcus is an outcast,reject, and a "giant dissapontment" with his death of his mom, the struggle with his alcoholic father, his own addiction, and the wrong friends...things can get a little too depressing.
