Dave;
I had got my things from my parents house. Luckily my dad was gone when I got there. I had put all my things away and went into Kurt's room, where I thought he was. He wasn't in there, but I found something. A needle with a little bit of some liquid stuff in it. It was sitting right on the bed.
Kurt's on needles?
I carefully picked it up and looked at it. I could tell it had been used. Should I ask him about this? I think so. Maybe I could get him to stop.
I ran downstairs to where Kurt was sitting, watching TV, and smoking.
"What's this?" I asked holding it up to him. He stared at me with shock and wide eyes.
"What are you doing with that?" He asked, slowly standing up and putting his cigarette out.
"I found it on your bed. Kurt, what's inside of it?"
"It's nothing. Throw it away." He said angrily.
"No. I'm not letting you do this." I snapped. "Now what the fuck is in it?"
"Dave, throw it away. I said it's nothing, okay?"
"It's something. And you used it. Tell me, Kurt."
He grabbed my wrist and squeezed it tightly. "I said it's nothing." He said through gritted teeth. I gasped in fear and that's when his expression softened and he let go of my hand.
"I'm sorry." He whispered. I dropped the needle on the floor and hugged him tightly. He didn't say anything. Instead he hugged me back.
"Kurt, please, talk to me." I whispered.
He sighed and pulled away from the hug. "It's heroin."
"Kurt-"
"Just... don't tell me it's wrong and I shouldn't do it. I already know that. I guess I'm just addicted."
"Then I'll help you get off of it."
"I don't know... That seems like a lot for you to do. You're already going through a lot."
"Kurt, you're like my best friend. I can't let you continue doing this. It's not good for your health."
He nodded. "I know."
I sighed. "Why hasn't Courtney tried to help?"
He shrugged. "I guess she doesn't care."
"Well I do. How long have you been on it?" I asked.
"About a year." He said in a whisper.
"Okay. I know you can't just stop right now, but each day take less, okay?"
"Maybe. I'll try for you. Okay?"
I smiled. "Okay. For me."
He took my hand and ran his fingers over my wrist he had squeezed which left a red mark. It didn't really hurt, but he didn't know. He kissed it softly and continued to run his fingers softly over it.
"I'm sorry." He said.
"It's okay."
"I practically did child abuse."
"No you didn't."
"Yeah I did. You're sixteen, I'm twenty-three, that's a big age difference." He said.
"You didn't even hit me." I pointed out.
"If I ever do something like that again, punch me across the face, okay?"
I chuckled. "Okay." But I could never do that to his beautiful face. I heard the front door open and close and then Courtney appeared in the room.
"Hey... what's going on?" Courtney asked.
Kurt let go of my wrist. "Nothing."
"Why is there a needle on the floor?" She asked. "You mean you got him on it too?"
"No, Courtney. Maybe if you were here you'd know what happened." Kurt snapped.
"Fuck off." She said before running up the stairs. Kurt sighed and ran his fingers through his hair.
"Sorry. We seem to argue a lot." Kurt said.
"It's okay. You don't have to apologize."
He smiled. "You're really sweet, Dave. I like that about you."
"You're sweet too, Kurt. Really sweet." I said and poking his cheek. He chuckled and poked me back. And then it turned into a poking war.
