(BPOV)

I was officially disturbed. I had hallucinated all kinds of weird things, anywhere from a purple weasel and a hedgehog beating each other to a bloody pulp, to creepy little children with no faces, without even flinching. But this, this had me wanting to run away screaming. Standing on my make-shift, card-board coffee table, a green cockroach in a miniature bikini was basically raping me with her eyes and movements. By movements, I mean air-humping and doing the 'Smack-that' dance jig while looking at me with heavily made-up eyes. No more Acid for me.

I shook my head and left towards the kitchen, the insect clearly offended and shouting at me in what sounded like Latin, to got a cup of coffee, doing my best not to disturb the blue skinned, brown-haired girl who's shoulders were shaking in unmistakable sobs. Though I could almost see the loneliness rolling off of her, I somehow knew that talking would only make things worse. Thankfully, the drugs didn't allow the bad memories to come to the surface of my mind, nor let the depression of seeing such a sight last more than a few moments before the euphoria came back.

As I was walking back to the living room, leaving the coffee after realizing I was only getting it out of force of habit, I noticed the roach had left after realizing she wasn't getting any of this. I was immensely grateful I didn't have that whore to deal with anymore. I laid back down on the couch and watched the fish swim around in his fish tank, I observed intently as, with every pass it made to the right end of the tank, it went completely out of reality before coming back after it passed the stone seahorse I had put in there to keep him company. She was also to fill the void of his ex-lover, but he didn't think I knew about that, so I never mentioned it.

"What's that feel like?" I asked Waldo, named because he enjoyed hiding, as it joined reality once again. He shrugged his little fins distractedly, keeping up his pace/swim around the fish tank.

"What's the matter? You seem…anxious." I was worried about my little pal, he only paced when something bad happened.

"Sparta and I got in a fight, and I said some things that hurt him deep, and now I feel guilty." My poor little fishy sighed, looking down at the artificially colored pebbles. Sparta was the scuba diver, and also Waldo's best friend.

"Just apologize, man. I'm sure he's feeling just as guilty as you are." I advised him. He seemed to think it over for a little bit before a bright grin broke out over his face.

"That's a great idea, thanks Bella." He said before swimming off in the direction of Sparta, I rolled over to give them some privacy, only to be greeted by the skankish cockroach. I screamed and jumped, causing me to fall off of the couch.

"Abyssus meus parum sex cattus." She purred at me, causing me to roll my eyes.

"Hello, and I am not your sex kitten." I replied to her icily. This was definitely one of the hallucinations I could live without. She shrugged all four of her shoulders.

"Haud, tamen vos ero nunc." She laughed maniacally before simply disappearing. No, but you will be soon. Not classic villain words, not at all. I shrugged it off before heading off towards the bathroom to brush my teeth, being sure to not look at myself in the mirror. I never looked at my reflection when I was tripping, it always scared the shit out of me. I did, however, manage a glimpse of my image on accident. My brown hair was slightly dull, holding little life to it. My eyes were reminiscent of my hair, except glassy and unfocused. Under my eyes were purplish bags that would might not look as bad as they did, had I not been paler than white-out.

I had just walked out of the bathroom, only to sprint back to the toilet in just enough time to empty my stomach contents into the bowl. I grimaced and flushed the toilet and rinsed my mouth out before laughing hysterically. I slid down the bathroom wall, the giggle's overcoming me.

"Ahh, I am the vomit breathing dragon." I quoted from my favorite comedian, Dane Cook. This happened every time I got sick, that little phrase was always in the back of my mind and would make me laugh no matter how bad I was feeling.

I could tell the LSD was starting to wear off and it made me drowsy, but I didn't want to sleep. I didn't like sleeping, the night terrors that haunted me would always emotionally ruin me. Well, until I got something in my system to make me forget about it.

I made my way to the kitchen, the sad and lonely little girl gone now, and grabbed the cup of coffee I had left in there earlier, and then proceeded sitting down in one of the two chairs at my kitchen table. I sipped the cold coffee mindlessly, trying to keep the sleep at bay for as long as I could. It had been three days since my last nap, and that only lasted three hours, the bare minimum I needed to be able to actually function. My body was used to running off of the bare minimum.

I rubbed a lazy hand over my face before looking at the clock, 4:23. I decided it was a reasonable time to start getting ready for another school day.

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I had arrived at the school early, as always, and went to my usual spot behind the building to take a couple of tokes off of the purp I found in one of my abandoned cup-boards, enjoying the harsh sting. By the time I was successfully stoned, the car park had started to fill up with the students of Forks High, so I put out the finished roach and headed towards my first class of the day, Calculus.

School was just another thing I used to distract myself, something to occupy my time with. Just like my two shitty jobs, though those actually came in handy, they provided enough money to get the basics I needed: Rent, food, gas, and, of course, what ever drug I could find that wouldn't have me fucked up for life, but kept horrible things like memories and sleep away.

I watched the teacher move back and forth in front of the room, droning on about something I learned two weeks ago during a long weekend. I needed something to do, the herb was making me a bit jittery, but there really was nothing for me to do, I had already finished the lesson for the day, and listening to the teachers monotone voice or watching his rhythmic pacing was going to put me to sleep. So I settled for the immature gossip of my mindless classmates, there seemed to be an excessive amount today.

"Yeah, I saw them by their car, did you see that tall, blonde one? He was totally playing that whole 'Suffering Poet' ploy." Stanley whispered into her master's ear, Mallory.

"He was nice, but the arms on the curly-headed one…." Mallory trailed off, fanning herself.

"Those guys were cute, but that bronze haired one was an eyegasm. Hands down." Tyler Crowley cut in with a wistful expression. Tyler was the only gay guy in this small town, which is why he spent nearly every weekend in Seattle.

I wondered vaguely who they were talking about, but the bell kept me from worrying about it for too long.

My next three classes went much the same as the first, monotonous teachers who would rather be anywhere but here, gossip about five new students, and me trying to find something to do with my hands. You can imagine my relief when lunch finally made it's way around. I got my lunch, an apple and lemonade, and made my way towards my usual table. I noticed five new figures seated at Mallory's table and decided they must be the new kids. I was glad Queen Bitch would have something to distract her and her team of lost puppies from bothering me today, I wasn't in the mood for their crude comment's. Those had been getting old since Sophomore year.

I finished the apple fairly quickly and decided to take a quick nap. The bell would wake me up before I could get into the R.E.M sleep, plus, the weed was starting to wear off. I crossed my arms on top of the table, and then laid my head on top of my arms, I allowed my eyelids to slip closed.

I awoke with a start as the bell rung throughout the cafeteria, signaling it was time for Chemistry. I rubbed my eyes with the heels of my palm before dumping my tray and heading off towards the class room.

With sleep deprivation, almost everything is ten times harder. Your feet feel heavier, making it harder to walk. Your eye's are always sore, making it harder to see. Your mind is clouded, making it harder to think. With the extra effort you have to put into these things, you neglect other, less important things.

Such as your appearance.

Such as your attitude.

Such as your memories.

I walked into the classroom, and was about to make my way to my lab table when I saw a bronze haired figure sitting in the stool next to my usual one. I knew I had never seen that color of hair before, so I guessed this must be one of the new kids. New kid or not, I get a table to myself. I do not need some simpleton trying to befriend me. I walked up to Mr. Banner, a polite smile on my face. I was going to get out of this the way I always did, using my druggie charm.

"Hello Mr. Banner, how are you today?" I asked him, dropping my paper I wasn't supposed to have finished until next week on his desk.

"Ah, Isabella, I'm quite good thank you. And how are you?" He smiled up at me. All of the teachers loved me, I was the perfect student: Good grades, quiet, the whole shebang. I was, for all they knew, the model student.

I gave a small, sad sigh. "Well, sir, I'm almost perfect." I told him, giving a pointed glance over to my lab table. I could tell that he had been expecting my… unhappiness about this situation. " I don't mean to be a nuisance, honestly. But I'm afraid that a partner will hold me back, you know, slow me down. I'm just thinking about my education." I lied easily, saddening my eyes to make it look like I wished it could be different.

"I know, but actually, Edward is qualified as an AP student in Chemistry, like you. He's very bright, with a little bit more practice, he might be as smart as you." He winked at me. "It will reduce your work-load. Trust me, it's for the best." He said dismissively. I sneered when he wasn't looking and grudgingly made my way over to the table and took the stool next to the bronze-haired guy, who had been staring out the window the entire time.

To say I was angry, would be an understatement.

"Hello, I'm Edward Cullen." A smooth, dulcet voice said from beside me. I looked up from my death glare at the desk to the source of the problem only to be stunned by an overwhelmingly beautiful face looking back at me. I didn't let my shock show though, I kept up my mask of indifference perfectly, as always.

"Isabella Swan." I told him, going back to drawing little jack-in-the-boxes and televisions. I didn't like the name Isabella, it was too formal, but only people I like were allowed to call me Bella. On my sheet of paper, I made one of the Jack's fucking baked.

Chemistry dragged on even longer than usual, partially because the Cullen kid wouldn't stop looking at me. Twenty minutes into class I wanted to pull my hair our. Thirty minutes into class I wanted to scream. Forty minutes into class I wanted to gouge his eyes out. Fifty minutes into class my eye started twitching. I was half way out of the door when the bell finally rung.

I made my way to my last class of the day, English. It was a longer walk than the other classes, considering it was on the complete opposite side of the campus, so I turned my iPod on to keep my mind occupied. I listened to the light noise I frequented and sang along quietly. I kept my iPod on as I took my seat at the back of the classroom. The teacher sent me a death glare and I turned the iPod off after rolling my eyes at her.

The door slammed open just as the bell rung, signaling the beginning of class, to reveal none other then Cullen himself. I looked at the desk beside me quickly, empty. I cursed under my breath as I searched the room for any other empty space for the stalker kid to take, to no avail. I looked up at the ceiling, your enjoying this, aren't you? I thought up to God. I could of sworn I heard a ghostly chuckle, but that was probably just my mind trying to entertain me. I sighed in defeat as Edward smiled at me and made his way to the seat next to me.

"Well, hello again." The beautiful voice I now associated with Newton number two whispered. I liked the new nickname I came up with, however ill-witted it was, it fit.

"Hey." I greeted quickly before acting like I was listening to the lecture, trying to spare a conversation. He, thankfully, got the hint and also turned to the front of the class. I was immensely thankful that this hour I only felt his eyes on me a few times.

I started packing my books into my backpack before the teacher was done with her little lecture. That way, I could be out of class before the others had started to even stand up. I liked to spend as much time as possible away from people.

As I was walking back to my beat up, rusty truck I realized I'd need to get a little bit of sleep today. Things were starting to get blurry, and I was immensely dizzy. Honestly, I didn't even trust myself to drive home. Once I got in the cab of my truck, I decided to go ahead and make a mental list of what I needed to do today.

One, get a couple of hours of sleep, an hour and a half at most. Two, call my dealer, James, and pick up some X and 2CB. Then I had work at Denny's from twelve to four. I attempted to put my key in the ignition, only to find that I couldn't get the damn key to find it. I took a deep breath, this was going to be harder than I thought. I still had a little bit of Purp left, and decided it would be enough to get me home. I looked around the car park first, seeing the only car present was the Janitor's, but me and Vladimir were good buddies, well, in the sense of he'd lend me cigarettes when I was a little Freshmen. None the less, I knew it was safe to smoke a little Cannabis here.

I pulled out my miniature, home-made bong I kept in the car for times like this, and placed the pretty little leaves into the bowl. After lighting it up, I was only able to take two tokes before it had all burnt out, but hey, it was enough. I waited a few minutes for the effects to kick in before starting up the car and making the fifteen minute drive back to the apartment. The first thing on the agenda, sleep.

And, oh, this should be dazzling.

AN: Ahh! I'm so excited about this story. Just so you guys know, all of the drug information in here is true. No false shit in here. Please review, tell me what you think.