I turned to Cooper who was still standing at my door. I opened my mouth before he even had the chance. "Listen, let's not talk about it. Tate is my friend, end of discussion. It's already 3 in the afternoon and I haven't eaten anything all day. The concert starts in 4 hours and if we're going to eat and get a decent spot we should probably leave now." I said walking up to give him a reassuring kiss but if he was smart he could see that is was fake. I didn't hide the fact that it was fake. I didn't want to be with Cooper. He would be a cool friend but he wasn't the one I wanted to be with. He wasn't the one who was on my mind all day and the one who invaded my dreams. He wasn't Tate. He brought me from my thoughts when he smiled and grabbed my hand as he led me down the stairs and out of my house. We got in his car and he asked where I wanted to go to eat. "Uh, well why don't we just pick up a shit ton of burgers and fries, so we can eat throughout the concert?" I said as I checked my phone for any messages from Tate. I wanted to make sure he was fine from earlier. I knew that anger that burned in his eyes all to well and I needed to make sure he didn't do anything he was going to regret. "Sure, Vi. That's a great idea. So, uh, do you do coke?" He asked me shyly and curiously. I raised an eyebrow to him but barely lifted my head from my phone. "Hmm. I don't but it sounds enticing. What are you suggesting?" I said as I send a text to Tate.
[TEXT] Hey. I just wanted to check on you. I'm sorry about this morning. I didn't know Cooper was going to walk in like that.
I saw Cooper trying to read my messages over my shoulder and I quickly shot him a look to back the fuck off. "Well, I have some. If you want to do some right before the concert?" I just smiled up at him and nod. *Buzz*
[TEXT] Vi, it's fine. I'm not worried. Have fun on your date. I will see you in the morning and I'll stay with you until your parents get back.
{Tate's POV}
It took everything in me to send that message to her. I wasn't mad at her. No, not by any means. I just didn't want her to go on a date with him and I know she didn't want to go on a date with him. But by the end of the week, it will be me and her. Like it's suppose to be. I know I need to tell her everything. Everything about my past. If she found out before I could tell her, she would never speak to me again. I went to my drawer and pulled out my stash of coke. I really shouldn't be doing this shit anymore. It numbs me for a while, stops the visions when I'm high, and the feeling is well.. euphoric. But in the long run it makes my visions worse. They get more vivid and more frequent and I promised someone that I would never do it again. But I had to. I just had to get my mind off of Cooper and Violet and how I plan on telling Violet everything and what kind of fucking spot that's going to put me in.
{Violet's POV}
I know Tate didn't really want me to have fun on my date with Cooper. I knew I was going to have fun. There was no question about that. I just wanted to be with Tate though. I wanted to know what he was doing, what he thinking. I wanted to watch shitty horror flicks and wrestle. It was around 6:30 so Cooper was getting the coke out. We were sitting in his car. We already had set up where we going to sit and stuff for the concert so we just came to the car so no one would see us. I have to admit I was a little nervous doing this since it was my first time but to be honest this is long overdue. He cut the little powder in 4 straight lines. I watched him go first. I examined everything carefully. Of course this shit isn't rocket science but I didn't want to look like a dumb ass even if it's expected of me as a first time user. When it was my turn, I took no hesitation. I knew if I hesitated I wouldn't do it. I had my own straw so I carefully put it in front of the line of coke, took my finger and pressed down and one side of my nostril and sniffed both lines of coke without stopping in the other nostril. I just wanted to get it over with. God did that shit burn your nose the first time. It didn't take long for it to kick in. Actually it almost felt like it hit me immediately but did that stop from doing more drugs from this concert? Fuck no. When we got down to where the concert was we sat in our lounge chairs waiting for it to start. Then I see it. I see Cooper pull out a bag with tons of other bags in it full of pills.
"Violet? Do you want to? I mean you don't have to. I'm sure you already pretty fucked up from the coke." He said nervously. I chuckled at him, "Yeah. I'm fine Cooper, chill." I turned to the stage because the band was starting. I turn back to Cooper and smirked at him, "What are we taking first?" He smiled back at me and gave me this little thing. It kind of looks like those breath strips but way smaller. I looked at him confused after I finished examining the item he gave me. "What's this?" He smirked as he grabbed one for himself, "It's an acid tab. Put it on your tongue, close your mouth and trip fucking balls." He said laughing. I shrugged my shoulders and did as he said. Everything after that was kind of a blur. I remember dancing a lot than popping some Ecstasy towards the end of the concert and then black. I didn't remember shit.
*The Next Morning.
I woke up groggy and still exhausted. I sat up in bed and try to blink until my vision became clear. My room looked fine besides the clothes sprawled out on the floor. Wait why the fuck are clothes sprawled out on the floor? I look down to see my naked form wrapped up in my purple comforter and with wide eyes I look over to see Cooper naked as well. You have to got be fucking kidding? I lost my virginity to Cooper and I cant even remember it? Everything went black again. I lean over a tad to my nightstand table and open the top drawer. I grab out what seems to look like a butterfly pen, which is. On one side, on the other it's a pocket knife. I quickly make the blade appear and get on top of Cooper straddling him. He wakes up happy to see me on top of him and that's when I smile back as I stab up him multiple times in the chest. I kiss his soft life-less lips as I stand up with the knife still in hand and walk over to my bathroom. I turn the tub on to a nice luke-warm temp and climb in. I relax in it for a second, twirling the blade around in my right hand before one swift move to my neck as I slice it open and let the blood poor into the bath.