Trainspotting for a Heroin Dream

2. Recollection of the Sober

*Chelsea POV*

Chelsea's eyes fluttered open as she rapidly blinked to figure out her surroundings. She had no idea how she ended up in this place or what she was doing, but she didn't care. The headache made it harder to think.

"Morning, hun!" Crystal said in a sing-song, sarcastic tone as she walked through the door of the trashy room. Chelsea looked up as soon as her friend yanked the blinds up. She hissed like an angry cat, thinking the sun would be out. In actuality, in was raining outside- not too much and not too little. She liked it when it rained, but hated it when Crystal came in unannounced.

"Must you do that? It's very rude to come in without knocking. I could be naked, Crystal," Chelsea whined, irritated at her friend. She sat up straight in the bed, struggling to get herself up and on the wall.

"Well, it's my apartment that you're in. I'm not sure that I made that clear, and I've seen you naked before. Now, get up and do something with yourself. You look terrible...is everything okay?" Crystal asked, with no response from Chelsea. She just stared at her friend and played with her fingers. "Chels, I can tell something's wrong because you have mascara stains on your face and pillow. Is it because of Johnny?"

"Crystal, I'm fine, okay? Don't worry about me, don't worry about me." Chelsea just sat on the bed, staring at the lilac sheets on the pull-out bed of the couch. There was a long pause of silence in the room. She just sat there before Crystal finally left, shutting the door silently. When she was sure Crystal had walked away from the door, Chelsea whined and fell back on the mattress.

"God , I am in so much fucking pain," she muttered to herself. Chelsea wasn't one to be a bitch - all the time - , but if someone where to come in to her fortress of loneliness and solitude, pressure her to talk about her feelings, and ask her if she's okay, then the least they could do is offer her some damn medication! Her icy, blue eyes scanned the room for some type of help, some form of escape, anything to remove the pain she was feeling. Yes, some of the pain was from Johnny, but that wasn't the big source of it. Chelsea was in pain from last night's partying with some stranger (who may have been Chelsea's best sex yet) and she was suffering from withdrawal. Sadly, the only pain removal she had in her room was an unfinished bag of Hot Cheetos, a box of Twinkies, 5 Coca-Cola cans, and a Walkman that hadn't been used in years. She leaned to the left and right side of the bed to get her snacks.

Chelsea began to open her box of Twinkies when she heard voices coming from the other side of the door: a male and Crystal. Maybe it was Johnny, coming to talk things out. Maybe he was asking about her, wanting to know how she was and make up. Chelsea quickly sat up and walked to the door before she realized that she was naked. She picked up a large tie dye Nirvana shirt that covered her butt and put on her Tasmanian Devil slippers, not giving a shit, since Johnny had seen her like this before. She threw her curly, yet very messy blonde hair into a big, messy one-sided fishtail braid. Although it seemed that she was fine, she was really nervous. "Pull yourself together, bitch. You've got this," she said to herself. Taking a deep breath, Chelsea grasped the door handle, flung the door open, and walked straight out to the kitchen. She didn't want to make herself look desperate or obvious. She started rummaging for an unknown object, trying to get his attention. Taking another deep breath, she turned around, but ended up startling herself. It wasn't Johnny, but four guys...none of them were Johnny and they were staring at her. Crystal looked over at her, too, and was shocked.

Chelsea was mortified! She was in a giant shirt, slippers, had on no underwear or bra, and four hot guys were staring at her. She just sighed and continued searching for a random thing.

"You know, Chelsea, I do have rules about clothes" Crystal said sternly, receiving a big, frustrated sigh from Chelsea.

"You know, Crystal, it would've been nice of you to tell me when you invite people over" Chelsea shot back, mimicking Crystal.