I was 7 when they took me in my adopted parents, I was almost 8 when they said they loved me and wanted to adopt me, they said it was one of my many giant presents ( they are very wealthy) I said thank you and I was very happy that I would be adopted by them but I needed to go to the bathroom.
I went to the mirror and looked at myself but I didn't see who I thought I was. I looked...healthy, now mildly thick dark brown with natural highlighted hair, gray eyes, high cheek bones, I had a nice face, but deep within my eyes I saw...well nothing, absolutely nothing. I felt my mood dropping into the empty void within myself that was trying to swallow me whole...meds...I need my meds now. I run to the bathroom connected to my bedroom and yank my medication from the sink and pop one into my mouth and think of happy things, happy things. My mind slowly calms down and normalcy washes over me.
I take a few breaths, and walk back out to the living and hug my new permit parents and let one tear fall. The years go by and I fly though school and therapy sessions and the ups and downs of being a teen and all the fun stuff that comes along with it. Part from the constant night terrors I got that relived my past and the void of emptiness that tried to consume me on a daily basis that I had to take meds for 6 different problems I had, I was a pretty normal teen and learned how to pretend to be normal very quickly. It worked for the most part I just couldn't pretend for long periods of time or I become drained of energy.
I had made it to 16 with everything balanced and under control. Then I was offered alcohol and weed at a party. I remember the feeling, the warm burn from the alcohol and the high from the weed. Yes it was gross but it also felt freeing. It's weird because I don't remember what kind it was just that I drank on it all night and made me feel a good kinda empty, then a guy and a girl come up to me and asked if I wanted to go up to a room with them and I said yes without thinking, I couldn't think.
Everything was cloudy, but nice, a good numbing, light feeling. So that night I had a threesome, they seemed to really enjoy it and wanted more because we were all so close and they feel connected. All I liked was how it made me feel more numb then I was. More or less like it was something you could do mindlessly. I didn't want the "sex" I wanted the "fuck". I didn't want the lovely dovely shit, I wanted the hard fast fuck. You do it and then your done. At that I soon become addicted to quick fucks and guys seemed to be over the moon to do it, but I didn't like it as much if I wasn't at least little drunk and that's where I started to spiral again.
I started to skip classes then school all together, stopped driving to therapy, and started coming home extremely late. As the boozes and weed started to wear off, I would take more then prescribed to me from my meds and because I couldn't sleep I would stare at the ceiling till the sun came up and repeat the same day again. It wasn't till I was 3-4 weeks into this lifestyle that my parents approached me one night as I was coming into the door at 3 am.
"Why?"
As to act dumb I slurred "h-Huh?"
"Why are you acting like this? You are now suddenly skipping school and therapy, and now drunk?!?"
I slur " w-Hat can I say, I'm taking a new approach on my miserable existence, hehe"
"Your unbelievable"
With that they walk back to their bedroom and slam the door.
I walk to my room and flop down on my bed and convince myself to fall asleep, I don't know when I finally did. But my alarm woke me up before the nightmares began. My head is pounding that's all I can think about. I go to the bathroom take some painkillers and my meds and start to think about last night as my headache starts to fade away.
Well holy shit, I didn't think I could get worse mentally and then I go and surprise myself. I decide today I better go to school so I get some clothes on and head to the kitchen. I am meet by my parents sitting at the island looking at nothing. I clear my throat and with that they look up.
"Oh, we didn't see you there."
"What's going on, why aren't you guys at work"
"We took the day off, we have been looking into something, we have something to tell you"
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Temporary High
Teen Fiction~Read At Your Own Risk~ Rose had a hard childhood, she was born out greed and selfishness. But with her mother's length of interests in things her father isn't around for long. Soon after her mother is found out she kills herself and Rose is put in...
