Solby One-Shots

Addict

⚠️- Drug Use

(Colby)

The feeling of it coursing my veins was like injecting happiness into my body. Happiness wasn't supposed to be spelt h-e-r-o-i-n-e. I sniffled my nose and laid back in my bed, after putting the things for it away, and let it soak in and take effect.

The withdrawal of it would be hell, which was one of the reasons I'd planned on continuing. Also, because it just made me feel alive.

I knew people were disappointed in me because of it. My dad didn't give two shits, being drunk all the time and sleeping made him have no part in my life. My friends on the other hand, they didn't like it. They tried talking me into quitting, or doing AA meetings. I genuinely told them to fuck off.

I grabbed my bong off the stand next to me, it was already packed so I didn't have to worry about that. I grabbed my lighter, and started blazing. When I inhaled the smoke, clearing it, I blew the smoke out and let it take over me. I smoked about 3 bongs before feeling a bit of the weed and letting it spike the heroine a little. It felt amazing, it felt like life.

Life that I hated.

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(Sam)

He worried me, always showing up to school high. Wearing long sleeves to cover the tiny, bruised holes in his skin.

It was morning, and I was parked out front of Colby's house waiting for him. I honked and called him but he continued to take forever. After almost ten minutes, he finally walked out zipping up a sweater as he did.

When he opened the door and got into the car, the smell of weed flooded my nostrils. "Look at me." I commanded.

He obeyed, and looked into my eyes. His eyes were bloodshot as I expected. A smirk danced in his lips, I rolled my eyes and drove to school. He titled the car-seat back, put his arm over his eyes, and lifted one leg to rest on the side mirror outside the window. Again, he earned an eye roll.

Once we were at school, we walked in and went to our first class. I didn't necessarily enjoy sitting in the back, but Colby did so I always just sat with him.

Taking our seats and leaned back in his seat and gave out his usually cocky look. I took a moment and studied him, his eyes were sunk down making black circles around his eyes become noticeable. His normally tanned skin was now pale and pasty.

I couldn't find words to show how scared I am.

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Lunchtime was typical, we all carried a conversation and Colby stumbled in late with a cloak of pot as cologne. He took his spot behind the school and smoked every day before lunch. It was more a mix of weed and cigarettes, but he didn't care.

He plopped down in the seat next to me, and gave us all his fake smile. I didn't know if everyone else saw through it, but I did. He wasn't happy, he wasn't okay and he always pretended he was.

"Hey, Colby." Jake said, sort of irritated and worried. I'm not sure what his voice was showing, but it wasn't his normal voice.

"'Sup guys." Again with this fake smirk.

"So, you guys wanna come to my house tonight? My dad's gone with a slut for a few days so the house is mine." Colby said, drinking from his solid colored water bottle. I knew, I just knew there was alcohol in it.

Everyone agreed on going after school, texting parents so we could go right after instead of making a trip home first.

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