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Chapter 1- Back on Track

It has been about two weeks since that jackass left me. I'll admit it was hard to start over. Mike, Jessica, Eric and Tyler introduced me to partying, but then avoided me like the plague saying that I was so catatonic that they couldn't have any fun with me. So I isolated myself, being rejected a second time sort of takes a toll on a person. That was until Mina came to the small town of Forks; bringing with her the life of drugs, alcohol, cutting, and anorexia.

Flashback

As I got out of the driver's side in my old Chevy, some chick parked her mustang next to me. The girl was sporting a blue and black plaid mini skirt with a black cardigan the rose high enough to see her navel piercing and wore black knee high boots. She played up her eyes with lots of mascara and had her hair up in a pony tail. I just stood there gaping at the girl brave enough to dress like that at Forks High, the town of fake tits and bleach blonde hair.

"Hi," she turned to me.

"Um… hello?" I replied, not quite sure what to expect.

"My name is Mina Blackwell. Can you show me around?" Mina said. I nodded and inquired about her classes, parents, the basic stuff. Turns out her parents are big wigs at some company and they moved to overlook some new building they opened up in Seattle, so she had loads of money.

We eventually made our way to the football field out back and she took out a joint and a pack of cigarettes from her tote bag.

"Smoke and toke break. Want a hit?" she asked very straight forward. Mina smiled but didn't pressure me as she waited patiently. I didn't know what to do, he would not want me to resort to drugs, he wouldn't want me to be friends with Mina, he probably wouldn't want me to do anything fun. Seeing that this could be my one way ticket out of this hell-hole town and my fucked up life I said, "Sure."

End of flashback

That was the day I met Mina and my first time with drugs. Mina and I became inseparable, I slept over at her house at least three times a week and we hosted a party at her house every Friday so we could score some more shit from the residents of Forks.

Today was Friday.

I headed back to the living room with a bottle of Vodka in each hand.

"… sorry I would love to accompany you to the bedroom, but I'm a lesbian." Mina said with a completely straight face. Then she added when she saw me, "And here is my lover now!"

Her hand traveled up my arms and she whispered in my ear, "Play along and then we can ditch these losers."

"Mina, love, you know I've been thinking all day about the way you… Oh, I'm sorry I didn't see you there." I said looking at the stranger. "Come with me upstairs will you?" I dragged Mina behind me anxious to get my fix.

"Pick your poison! We have two lines over here, several joints over there, a couple of pills in the bag, and your choice of alcohol to wash it all down." She says as we walk through the door to her bedroom. Then she gets out the razor to get another two lines ready for her own private party.

I stare at Mina while she takes the dollar bill and snorts the first line of cocaine like a pro. I don't do some of the drugs she does, like meth or cocaine. But damn it I did everything else.

Damien comes in five minutes later bursting through the door with a, "What up hoes! Ready to get this party started? I brought your favorite Bella, a dozen musical Xs." I cracked up for no apparent reason. Damien is our dealer and he never failed us before, I don't know why I thought he would start now.

"Are you bullshitting me? " I scream and jump him as he comes in, "Don't fuck with me about my X." I stare him down looking him directly in the eyes.

All he does is give me this shit-eating grin and bring out a baggy. I instantly take it from him and down two of the white wonders with some Grey Goose.

As I waited for the high to kick in, I thought back to why I do this stuff in the first place. Ever since he left, I've been waking up in the middle of the night screaming from memories of him and the night he took away my family and my reason for being. When I noticed that slashing my wrists didn't have the same effect, I started with doing drugs. Now, I just don't give a flying fuck what happens.

I came out of my reverie as I felt the high. I leaned on the bed and stood still, just waiting for the room to stop spinning so fast and my vision to not be so… blurry. This type of E had more acid, so I was usually left more trippy that horny. As my senses renewed themselves, I made my way over to the dresser by the door with the bag of pills.

"Mina, what's in the bag?" I asked, not really caring because I knew I'd take it anyways.

"You remember JJ, the one who works in the pharmacy? Well, I went to refill my prescriptions and I saw him sneaking some stuff and told him that if I could have some, no one would find out what he did. So he hands me this bag. So I turn to him and I'm like 'what the hell is this?' and he says 'ephedrine and hydrocodone.' Then I give him a kiss on the cheek and say 'thank you.'" She laughed, probably recalling something she didn't mention.

My witty comment to her story was, "Ahh." I decided that taking two random pills from the bag would probably ensure me a good enough high. I grab the bottle of Jack Daniels, fully knowing that it's dangerous to take pills with alcohol and pop the two in my mouth.

I had to grab a hold of something when I felt the intended effect. I slowly sank to the ground against wall when I started spinning again. I shake and I shiver and then I close my eyes as everything in the room blends together.