Sam's PoV
I needed to get away from everything that was bugging me. I hate being cooped up with all of these feelings and emotions…I needed to go see Scratch. I ignored Dylan following me and him calling my name. I felt his hand touch my shoulder and turn me around.
“Were are you going!” he shouted.
“To my drug dealers apartment, were else…” I said with out lying.
“You need to stop this, Sam. You are going to kill yourself. First it was weed, then cigarettes, then drinking, then crack. I don’t want to watch you die…” His voice cracked on the last sentence.
Sure, I was sad about hurting the people I cared about…but I couldn’t stop, I didn’t want to, I needed this…at least I felt like I did. So I ignored Dylan and got out of his grasp. I ran away from him as fast as I could and didn’t look back. I tried to block out any noises I was hearing. Although as much as I tried and couldn’t block out Dylan’s shouts calling me, or the loud scuffling of his feet as he ran after me.
I ran up to the old apartment building, “Get away from me!” I shouted at Dylan, then slammed the door in his face.
“Having trouble with Dylan again” I jumped at the sound of Lance’s voice.
“Yeah…I didn’t think you would be here…”
“Were else would I be, I got nothing better to do.” I could smell the light hint of alcohol on his breath and he reeked of cigarettes and drugs…did I smell like that too?
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The door slammed open taking me partially out of my tranquil state of mind. Then a firm hand gripped on my upper arm. When I was pulled up to my holder I noticed the face of Dylan.
“Sam, you look awful!” he shouted at me sternly
“Well, how do you expect me to look?” I replied back hatefully.
He didn’t reply and just dragged me out of the apartment doors. He was such a stupid person for going in there, I can’t believe he did that…
“You are a moron!” I shouted at him trying to get out of his grasp, “why would you go in there! It’s not safe for you in there!”
“Well, why do you go in there, Sam?” he threw my own words at me, “If it’s so dangerous, then why would you go there?”
“Because I need to…” I dropped to the ground not trying to struggle anymore.
“You don’t ne-” I cut him off
“You don’t get it, Dylan…my body feels like it needs it. It wont let me stop. I know I’m hurting you, I know I’m hurting all of my other friends, and I know I’m really hurting my family…But it wont let me stop…” I stuttered out.
He lifted me back up on my feet and wrapped his arms around me. I felt like I was getting crushed under his arms. Before I could withstand it but now I am so skinny and boney that it feels like I’m caving in. Dylan let go of me and looked at me, “God Sam, I’m surprised I didn’t break you. What do you weigh, 90 pounds?” he somewhat shouted, I could tell he wasn’t joking.
“I can help you out, y’know” he said in a calming voice.
“I don’t kn- wait…You are just trying to set me up aren’t you!”
“What!?” he seemed shocked.
“Yeah, you are just going to…take me to the cops and get me thrown in Juvie. Or you are going to make me stop doing drugs and then you are gonna hurt me so bad…”
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