We were just Kids

We were just Kids

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It wasn't that long ago when we all were still little kids who didn't have a care in the world. Then we grew up and then we all got so caught up in life that we forgot that we were just kids. Kids who didn't know better. Who got into drugs and alcahol and the parties. I wish someone would've stopped us. Then maybe we wouldn't have lost so much. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The walls are swaying or maybe that's just me. I've never felt this way before, it feels weird. "Jazzy come on, you can stay at my place." I keep staring at the swaying walls. "You sound like a boy I used to know. A boy I used to love, but then his sister got clean and he disappeared with her. I was so proud or her." I look at him, he looks familiar. "Come Jazzy." I turn back to the swaying walls. It's been three years since that day and she stayed sober. "Ace, my Ace how I miss you. Where were you when I needed you. You use the nickname he gave me." I feel the sweet blackness start to form around my eyes.
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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. - 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. - "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." - "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."

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