July 10th – Outside 7-11

I spent all my money on cigarettes and booze. I'm not even legally old enough to drink. I can't get home. Fuck. Life sucks when you don't have a car, not that I'd actually be able to afford to keep gas in it. Drugs, cigarettes and alcohol aren't getting any cheaper. I am now stuck at the 7-11. I promised my bitch of a mother I'd be home by ten…it's twelve. I've been at this wasteland for four fucking hours. I'm wasting my life away here in Jingletown, with no way to get out.

Just as I light yet another cigarette, a black pickup truck pulls into the parking lot. Another damned soul wasting their life away in suburbia. At first I pay little attention to this kid, but on second glance I realize he's new. Black pants with a studded belt, chains hanging from it, black shirt and black jacket. All the black makes his skin look like snow. Dark liner around his eyes and jet black hair doesn't help any, though I've got to admit he's fairly good looking.

Instead of going into the shop he sits down on the curb a few inches away from me, pulling out a cigarette box. I force my dying lighter to give out one more good flame and offer it to him. This boy leans forward, heating up the end of his cigarette before leaning his head against the wall. No, I've never seen him before.

"What brings you to shit hole USA?" I question, longing for some sort of conversation.

"Just passing through," No Name answers.

"You got time to take a broke light home?"

"You'll have to give me directions," No Name answers.

Nodding, I head over to his car, climbing in once he unlocks it. Taking rides from random men. Mom would be so proud.

July 10th – No Name's car

Sitting in the passenger seat I lean my head against the window, twisting a piece of my hair around my finger, "You don't happen to have dope on you, do you?"

"I might," out of his pocket he produces a small bag of what I've been trying to score for weeks now. This guy is a God. "You want it?"

"Fuck yeah. I'll pay you when I get home."

He hands it over, glancing at the tattoo I recently got on my middle finger; a heart and cross bones, "First one's free."

"Turn left. I'm the last house on the right, and thanks," I answer, tucking the little bag of white powder into my jacket pocket.

"Shitty neighborhood," No Name observes.

"Shitty town. It's this one," I announce, pointing out a small brick house with a banged up Mustang in the driveway. The only good thing dad left us.

No Name shuts the car engine off, following me to the front door. Wonder what mom will think of him. I walk toward the house, almost tripping on an unleveled part of the sidewalk.

July 10th – My House

As I push open the door, the smell of cigarette smoke assaults my nose. I've been in the fresh air too long. My little sister, Annabelle, is waiting for me on the bottom step. She looks at No Name with wide eyes. He's the strangest looking one I've brought home so far.

"Mommy, Jillian's wasted again!" Annabelle calls through the house.

"What's new?" asks my mother as I walk into the kitchen, my sister at my heels. Why the fuck won't she just leave me alone?

Spotting a hundred dollar bill on the counter, I snatch it before grabbing a pen and paper. On it, I write: Call me – 914 839 4108. Walking back up the hall I stop in front of No Name.

Slowly, I snake my hands downward, smiling slyly before cupping his balls through his tight ass pants, the other slides the money and my number into his pocket. "Maybe I'll see you around." With that, I climb the stairs, heading towards my room.

July 10th – My Room

Waiting for me on my bed is Todd, looking even more stoned than ever. Why the hell is he here? We ended it, like, a week ago. He stares up at me with those glazed over, dark, beady eyes. I just want to claw them out.

"What's the matter with you?" I question, pulling off my shoes.

Todd smiles dumbly, "Your face. I waited two fucking hours for you, bitch."

"Oh, well it must be easy sitting there all high and mighty, being the king of shit mountain."

"Shit mountain, that's exactly what this fucking place is; this disgusting town that we live in. You know what the sickest part of it is? I come over here every God damned day and you give me the same sick look."

"What look is that? 'Cause if I recall correctly, for the past two years, all I've done is adored you."

Todd laughs, "You look at me like I'm the loser."

"Oh," I'm so mad, I can't even find the words. He does this, coming in all high, looking to pick a fight. This is the reason I called things off.

"Yeah, you stand there with that 'I'm so much better than you' look. It's not like you're actually going to get out of this place."

"Todd, are you done? Who gave you the right to start shit? What are you now, the Jesus of Suburbia nailed to my bed, suffered and died for my sins and I'm the loser? That makes you the ex – boyfriend of a loser. You're not ever going to change anything about this town, Todd. Our best bet is to get out, you fucking moron."

Todd grins before standing, kissing me on the cheek, and stalking out, "See you tomorrow, babe."

"Sure thing fuck head," I whisper, before sliding down the wall. I just want out.