I published the original version way back in late 2010, but I feel I have improve on my writing skills, so I am planning to improve this story. Summary: He has dealt with drugs as long as he can remember. There was no escape or freedom. It was his obsession. How could a quiet half-breed pull him out of it?
"You never really understand a person until you climb into his skin and walk around in it." -Atticus Finch, To Kill a Mockingbird
FADE IN:
STEEL CITY NIGHT CLUB-NIGHT
The boy mumbled as he stared at himself in the bathroom mirror. The person in the mirror was someone he did not recognize. His eyes were bloodshot, his face was sagging, and his mouth was bleeding. Music from the dance floor vibrated through the bathroom door and bounced against his skull like a dunbell.
He knew he was taking a risk doing this in a public place when some stranger would walk in, catch him, and run off to make his team and the whole generation of their kind a generation of shame.
Uh, I look sick, he thought to himself. But maybe one more…
"Spee-I mean Roy?"
He looked up and saw his fish-boy teammate looking at him through the opened door. "Are you all right? You look…exhausted."
"Nah," he said, the music stomping on his brain. "I'm all right. Tell Karen and the twins I will join you guys as soon as possible. Garth."
Garth shrugged in disbelief. "All right," he said and with that he walked away, leaving him in complete silence.
Sighing to himself, he took out a needle and poked his own red, bloody wrist, and pushed down.
So what do you guys think? Drug addict or something to hide from his past? Please review, tell me what you think, and notify me of any grammar or spelling errors. Also, tell me what story you'd like to be reviewed, and I'll review it for you. Oh, and if at any point in the story you feel like this should be changed to M-rated, let me know. Thanks.