Heal my pain |clustin|

My mom is...

Justin's POV:

I feel so fucking sick. I don't want to do anything but lay here and be sick. I need to find more Heroin.

Clay wakes up like ten minute later and starts crying,

"What's wrong now," I said mad,
"Nothing," He said back looking away from me.
"Well why are you crying,"
"No reason," Clay said trying to get up.

I hear foot steps for the door. It was Lainie.

"Come on Clay. Were having a big chat," His mom said.
"No," Clay said panicking.

Clay got up and went home. Then my mom comes in my room.

"What were you thinking." My mom said.

I go away and go in the shower. Then I dry my hair comb it and brush my teeth.

"Ok now we can talk," I say.
"What were you thinking," My mom said mad.
"I'm a fucking drug addict ok like for fuck sakes leave me alone," I say sad.
"Justin I don't want you like me," My mom said sad.
"Well it's to late," I say to my mom looking out the window.
"Look at me. I know there's a lot going on but I promise. It will get better," My mom says.
"How can anything get better," I say sad.
"I promise things will get better Justin," My mom said again.
"Well get fucking Meth Seth out of the house first," I said mad.
"It's hard ok," My mom says sad.
"Yeah but once he's gone everything will be better," I said.
"It's sorry Justin it's hard," She says.

I hear Seth come home.

"Did anyone buy any beer." Seth says mad,
"No you didn't tell us to," My mom says walking out to him.
"I thought I told you to," Seth says mad.
"No want me to go by some," My mom says.
"Yeah but make Justin do it," He says mad.

A few weeks later.

I get up one morning to the sound of talking.

"Seth," My mom says quiet thinking I couldn't hear.
"Yes," He says loud.
"I think i'm Pregnant," She said a little more loud.

My mother is pregnant with somebody. I call Clay

"Hello," Clay answers still sounding tired

"Yeah hi could you come over," I ask him.

"My mom invited you guys over your mom needs some advise," Clay said

"oh ok. So i'll see you in a little bit," I said.

"yeah," He said.

"whats wrong Clay," I ask him

" I don't know I don't want to talk to anyone about my problems and my mom wants me to," Clay says embarrassed.

"At least your getting help. I have a pregnant mother who isn't helping one bit say,: I say

"I can talk to your mother," he's says

"Fine go ahead," I say

"Ok we'll see you later," He says

"See you later," I say

I put on a suit. Still I have no idea how to put on a tye. It doesn't matter. I do my hair and look under my bed. I have heroin under my bed? I got it and got it ready. And then I did it so I wouldn't have withdrawal. Hope I don't do anything stupid.

"Come on Justin," My mom says.

"Yep, coming mom," I yell.

We leave and drive to Clays house. I have this warm feeling. Oh shit

I am really sorry for now posting in over two months. But here's another chapter for you to read while I go to school and come home and write some more. And if you have any ideas to happen just comment them. I would love to write about something you want. And if you have a book idea comment it too. I could get to work on something else too. But I will get back to posting now. And I promise.          From, Isabella