Do it All; A story about
addiction.
Preface:
I wasn't a mean girl, nor had I ever had the desire to
be. However, as I sat amongst my group of friends who were
laughing at my expense, a strange anger came over me. Adison
looked at me and smiled; she didn't mean any harm. Then
again, she never meant harm.
They were high. We all were. I'd been high many, many
times prior to this, but, unlike them, I didn't want to
sit back, laugh, and chill this time. I had been pushed too
far. The boys smiled at me, holding the pipe out towards me.
I shook it off and their faces were bewildered. For the first
time ever, I got up, unlocked the door, and I stormed
out.
A blizzard greeted my coatless body as I exited the house,
slamming the door behind me. I wrapped my arms tight around
my body and I ran. Snowflakes splashed against my frail
frame. I heard footsteps behind me. Assuming they were those
of one of the boys, come to lecture me about Adison, I sped
up. The footsteps behind me did as well. I sprinted forward,
until the person behind me caught up to me. It was Adison and
she ran in front of me, blocking my path.
"What the f*ck Kimber?" She interrogated, her arms
crossed over her chest. She didn't have a sweater either.
Her eyes were glazed over and bloodshot.
"I am just so done, Adison. It's not even
funny."
"C'mon!" She yelled, "You have got to be
kidding me Kimmie! It was a f*cking joke, you still know what
that is don't you? Let's go back! We can't go
home like this..." Her lips were turning blue and the
snowflakes were landing in her black hair.
"I'm not going back there right now Adi! You begged
me to move in with you... Begged. And against my better
judgement I did! You said things would be great... you said
things would be better. How the f*ck are they better... for
anyone? We're losers! We sit around with our graduated 20
year old friends with no jobs and we do drugs
Adison."
She scoffed, "This is what we wanted Kimber. Don't
you remember?"
"I didn't want this." I said, looking down at
the black, slushy road. "I think... I think I need a
cigarrette and to go home. I think you should just go back
there... I think you should tell them that I'm f*cking
perfect and take another hit because I know it's killing
you... We'll talk later."
She looked at me bewildered. Tears were welling in her eyes.
She whiped them away fiercly; unable to let anyone see her
cry.
"We said we'd do it all..." she breathed.
"You said we'd do it all together." She pushed
past me, bumping her shoulder into my arm."
"I never wanted this." I confessed to myself.
What do you ladies think? If you will
read it Fav&&Follow and I'll start back from
chapter one. (:
0 faves · 1 comments · Mar 6, 2012 11:04pm
Fake_a_smile · 1 decade ago
good job :)
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