Another fic, drug central this time, over dramatic as always. Thanks for reading –heart--
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The Prologue.
Are you as scared as I am?
"Teenage years are the best of your life, live them to the fullest," Right? That's what I've been told. Multiple Times. They try to spoon feed me that same bullshit every single day, when they should be saying "Teenage years are the most confusing, and fucked up of your life; Beware,"
Because that's what the are, confusing and well past fucked up. Well mine have been so far anyway; take last night for example, it can only be surmised in an equation. What do you get when you subtract the parents, add their child's (your best friends') basement, plus their sound system and three drug-fucked teenagers?
I'll tell you what you get;
One hell of a headache, confusion amplifying that pain when you try to figure out why your pants aren't where you left them; instead of hanging from your hips, they're on the floor a good three meters away from the place you hadn't moved from all night.
It hurts like hell the day after, but it's worth it right? Worth it to forget everything for one night. One night that'll be repeated again. And again. And again.
Then your parents see their expensive antique one of a kind vase (which you apologized for 'breaking') in the front window of the pawn shop where you hocked it.
Or maybe noticed the patterns on your upper arms, colored with blood as apposed to ink, or the burn marks on your forearms where your friend said that he could "bear the pain for longer than you".
And yes, this is the same friend who's basement you passed out in, and who's head is now using your stomach as a pillow.
Friends. Great, aren't they? Mine are, all two of them. Both of whom are emotionally fucked, which, might I say, makes them all the more interesting.
The first to mention should be Axel, known him for. . . Well, I don't remember, but a while now. He's the one who's basement I'm in, what a great way to tell the two of them apart (discluding the several obvious physical differences) there's the one who lives in the basement and the one who lives in the attic. Axel dislikes a lot of things, so I don't think I'll go through that list, unless you have a spare day, which I presume you don't. The things he does like: Fire, Demyx and I and, well, bluntly? drugs. Which is awkward with parents as straightedge as his. Maybe that's the reason behind it, or y'know, not. I blame him for my problems, if I trip over it's his fault. Same with if I go on a bad high. Though that is actually his fault most of the time.
Demyx, on the other hand likes a lot of things; blue, dolphins, water in general, music etc. and dislikes very little, quite the opposite of dear Axel. He's probably the cleanest out of the three of us, which really doesn't say much. He'll drink himself to death and smoke some, but would rather kill a dolphin than do ecstasy. But then again he doesn't need it, he is on a permanent natural high. Relatively.
I know, I know "Both of whom are emotionally fucked", his is more like an unconditional happiness, which makes both Axel and I a little homicidal. But only a little.
We go to this all boys private school, courtesy of our parents who think we'll get good grades if there aren't girls 'distracting' us. Needless to say, we do not get good grades. After one week I'd already been labeled "the stoner" which was very accepting. In the second week I met Axel, he's a grade higher so I didn't meet him through class. But one day on my way to Sports class I passed by the sports shed (next to which was Axel having a smoke), some randoms yelled something about the stoners (being us) and we started talking, is that a normal introduction? Well Demyx's was even more so strange. He came in a few weeks later, Axel and I were ditching class and while walking we turned a corner and found him passed out, propped up against the legendary sports shed. Axel kicked him awake and when his red bloodshot eyes drifted open we decided to befriend him. Hmm, good times. Moving on, unfortunately with being "the stoner's" comes the group of 'cool' guys who want to, quite frankly, stab you in the gut-- and they'll most likely wait till we're shit-faced and can't fight back. Mind, Axel's an aggressive person ninety percent of the time, one percent being sleep, because he could still deck someone in a state of slumber. The rest is when he's coming down, which is awful and, incidently, his only time of vulnerability.
And that's about it really.
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Cheers Dan
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