12 years ago...
We were driving around the city for so long already, I was wondering when are we going to stop. I really need to pee. I want to eat. I want to play. When are we going home? I want to play with my friends already, it's so boring here.
"Daddy! I want to pee!" I cried out.
"We're almost there baby!" He said, while searching for something on the road.
I slump back to my chair and continued to play with my toy gun. Pew! Pew! Pew!
After a few pew pew pew, we're finally here!!! Finally, I can pee already.
Daddy went to the back of the car and carried me.
There was this huge blue gate, it looks kind of scary. Where are we going?
"Hey baby, look! Its our new home!" Daddy said.
What? What? What?
This is our new home??? This big creepy house???
"But daddy! My friends are back HOME!" I cried, wiggling my way down.
"Baby, this is our new home." He said, setting me on the floor.
"No! Its so scary!!! Its so big!!!" I said, already going back to the car.
"What's so scary about our house?" someone asked.
I turned around to see a little boy, just my age, chinky eyes, white skin, only has 5 teeth left, and black hair. He's cute.
I like his hair.
I like his eyes.
I like his skin.
I like his 5 teeth.
I like him.
This place is not so bad after all...
12 years ago, Jenny and her family moved into a new apartment. Little did she know that in that apartment, there lives a guy, same age as her, that would turn her world from being miss perfect, to miss rebellious. Jenny was not pretty when she was young, she was the very opposite of pretty, she had big hair that's always in her face, no teeth at all, and the "grossest" if there is such a word, little girl you can ever imagine, but when puberty hit her, it hit her hard.
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USER SERIES 1
Micah Rex: He's handsome, dangerous, reckless. An addict. When he walks into a room, people notice. People are scared of him, people don't look him in the eye.
AJ Ferro: She's cute, nice respectful. A helper. When she walks in a room, people usually get flowers. People love her, people want to be her friend.
Despite her cheery nature and soft words AJ has never had it easy when it came to addiction -or depression. Without his addiction, sadness and anger Micah doesn't know who he is -and he hates not knowing things.
And, of all places, they meet at a rehab center.
He looked at her and saw a peppy girl with no future. She looked at him and saw a troubled boy with a bad past.
Micah wants to die, AJ wants him to live.
It's only a matter of time before one of them breaks through or breaks the other.
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I was 12 the first time I took a hit off a joint at a party, smoked a blunt by myself and bought a bong. I was 13 when I started drinking alcohol for fun. 14 the first time I took ecstasy at a college party I snuck into, the same age I lost my virginity. This was the first time I went to a mental institution because it's also the year I first tried to kill myself. 15 the first time I smoked meth, took a bump of cocaine, shot myself up with heroine. This was the first time I got sent to rehab, it didn't work and I came out worse.
I was 16 when I tried to commit three times in the same year, the last time I got my heart to stop for 30 seconds. That year was also the first time I snorted Hydrocodone, getting me started in opiates, I experimented with Xanax and liked it.
And I was a month from 17 when I got sober.
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"Fuck you." I snap.
"You already have." Micah bites out. "And I'm pretty fucking sure you liked it too, if your orgasms were anything to go by."
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"I want-" Micah stopped, running his fingers through his hair. "Never mind what I want. What do you want?" His voice is quieter now, more gentle.
"You."