[Tin x Can] If Only I Could Trust

Chapter 2: Part 1

'Ahhh!!!!' I woke up in a sweat. I didn't even need to check the time. It was the same time I woke up every day. I sighed and shook my head, turning on the light. How many times do I have to go through this? I was a kid back then. Now I'm not.

I stood up and looked in the mirror at my tired face. After I had spent the better part of my yesterday looking for Can, I couldn't find him anywhere. I asked around and found out he had a game in the nearest town. I learned he was on a sports team. That explained why he always looks sweaty. I still needed to find him and talk to him about Ae and Pete.

I pulled open the drawer and shifted over the neatly folded clothes. Fishing out my glass and a small bottle of whiskey, I poured it with a sigh. It was Saturday. On this day I usually drank all day locked in my room. I hated this day the most, that was when he... I shook my head and took a sip.

Before I knew it, it was 7 am and I was slightly drunk. I usually didn't go this far but it was the actual anniversary of the day that changed my life. Unfortunately, that was all the hidden drinks that I had. My secret stash needed to be replenished after this last swallow.

To be honest, I didn't drink much and I didn't have a high tolerance for hard liquor but to survive in this house I needed to do something. I heard weed calms you but to me, I was somewhat scared to be caught getting drugs from a supplier. I was on watch after all since those lies came out that I was on drugs. I had never had anything besides alcohol.

That is, until today. I pulled open my other drawer and reached for a small bottle. They didn't say I couldn't take anything legal just mentioned illegal. I stared at my prescription Xanax and decided to pop one too. I washed the pill down. I hope that I don't get too messed up. Regardless I had my door locked just in case.

I didn't want to admit to myself that I was using my drugs in the wrong manner. Besides that, I wanted more alcohol, no, I needed more. It was hard to stay sober in this house. Maybe I can leave very quickly to grab more and then come back and lock myself back in before the pill kicks in.

I paused for a minute before grabbing my keys and heading towards my bedroom door.

I underestimated the traffic and quickly found myself groggy. Crap. I shook my head and rolled down my window. The cool morning air helped a bit to check my sleepiness. It took 37 minutes to get here and my drugs mixed with whiskey were taking effect already.

I needed to get in the store and out quickly. As soon as I took a step into the door I saw the person I needed to talk to. He was with some tall guy who had on a sweatsuit at the counter. I looked at the cashier and realized it was someone new and not the usual guy. I couldn't get the alcohol I wanted. Cursing under my breath I went back outside and stood by my car.

'Thank you for getting me snacks for breakfast P'No.' That voice. I hated it.

I stared intently as he was handed 3 bags and he salivated over them. The other boy scratched his head, most likely recalling how much he had paid. How much food can this munchkin eat? Jesus. There were at least 30 items in there. Then again, maybe he didn't eat. He was poor. At least I knew his weakness is food.

'No problem,' The taller said but I could tell he was slightly irritated from having to spend so much money on that fool. 'I have to go now if you don't need anything else.' He was probably hoping and praying he didn't.

'Uh...let me think...what about...LUNCH?! I forgot I need to eat later.' He grabbed the other's sleeve. 'Please...pleeeeease...Techno.'

'Oi! I just bought you all that and you are already thinking of lunch?' I watched sweatsuit boy roll his eyes but give in. 'Ahm, ok...meet me at the marketplace at noon then.' He grumbled less than quietly as he passed me about having to do this on a Saturday and that he had plans. I glared at that grinning idiot tearing open some items in the bag and eating them like he had never had anything sweet before.