my sweet addiction4

            I forced myself to grab the big silver doorknob. My hand was shaking and the ring I was wearing made vibrating noises against the metal. I opened the door very slowly, as loud energetic music engulfed me. I took a deep breath and raced through the crowd of people, who barely noticed me as I pushed them out of the way. The music pounded in my ear drums, as I climbed the steep stairs. I ran through the upper level of the house, which was completely deserted, and burst through the front door, into the pouring rain.

            What now? I thought miserably, as I began walking down the street. I didn’t want to go home, but I didn’t want to face Amanda and Mark yet. Pain pulsed through the lower half of my body, as the ice cold rain pierced my skin and drenched my clothes.

            “Hey!”

            I stopped and stood completely still where I was standing. I felt chills run through my body as I heard the man yell once again, closer this time. I wanted to run but my legs wouldn’t cooperate, as if they were paralyzed with fear. I felt a strong hand on my shoulder and I spun around and punched the guy who’d been yelling in the face.

            “What the hell, Randy?!” he yelled, as blood poured from his nose. I brought my hands up to my face and covered my mouth. “I’m so sorry Leam. I thought you were someone else,” I said. He smiled at me, showing off his perfect pearly white teeth. “That’s ok. You’ve got quite and arm on you, huh?” he said.

            I nodded, and turned, eager to get a little further from Mark’s house before I stopped to chat. Leam walked along beside me and asked, “So where ya headed?”

            I shrugged my shoulders. "I guess home."

            “I see. Well do you wanna go get something to eat with  first?” I stopped and looked at him. He looked gorgeous standing there, under the dim street light, his soaking wet clothes showing of his body. But I just wanted to be alone.

.           I smiled and said, “Maybe tomorrow. I’ve had a long night.”

            “Ok I understand. I'll walk you home," he said, half jogging to keep up with me.
            We approached my house quietly, careful not to wake up my step dad. "Well, i guess I'll see you tomorrow," he said smiling. I smiled back and nodded my head, before reaching above my head to grab the window sill. I pulled myself up, and l stepped as quietly as i could onto my bedroom floor.
          I watched Leam disappear down the street, before i turned and sat on my floor, my back against the wall. I stripped off my clothes carefully, running my fingers over my beat up body. I pulled on a tank top and shorts, and walked quickly over to my dresser. i opened the drawer, looking for the bag filled with cocaine.
          I pulled it out and poured it into the small shoe box sitting next to my mirror. I snorted it through a red straw, and looked up at my reflection.


[[sorry so short... i didnt have much time today]]