Hi. Um, you guys seriously disappointed me with the no reviews on last chapter thing...
Anyway, I'm losing motivation to write this, probably because of the lack of reviews!
So I have a preposition for you people out there. I have seven reviews now. If ya'll can raise it to twelve with this chapter I will continue. If not then you can image what happens next. Okay? Okay.
(P.S. this chapters sort of a filler, no HUGE drama, but I have an idea for next chapter and it will be VERY drama-ish)
(P.P.S. It is a known fact that those who review my story get virtual junk food. If you review I'll give you x5 the junk I already give you!)
The ride to Clare's house was unbearable. The pain that coursed through my body was bringing tears to my eyes. Never in my life had I felt so betrayed, so alone. I was used to it by other people, but this cut deep.
My eyes slid of the road and next to me, focused on the small plastic bag that could take away my problems. Well, at least take them away momentarily. But that's all I really need, a few moments to gather my head together and try to straighten this out.
The pain egging me on, I pulled over, and eagerly took the plastic bag into my hands. I tore through the bag's contents, settling finally on the razor. The beautiful razor, in all its glory, stood waiting expectantly in my hands.
I took the product out of the box and pressed it into the inside of my wrist.
What happened next was pure bliss. Being able to focus on the physical pain instead of my heart break was rapture. I was on cloud nine, and I didn't care about any other thing besides keeping the blade on my wrist.
Then, all too quickly, my high wore off. I crashed and burned, and started to feel the real pain of my cut. That's what I hated, the momentary feeling of blissfulness, and the hours of mourning afterwards.
I wanted a bigger high, I craved it .I reached under my seat to grab my bag of pain pills I always kept under my seat, but wasn't there. I forgot I ran out. It was times like these when I was really glad Buddy was a reliable dealer and was open for business twenty-four seven.
I grabbed my phone and dialed Buddy's number. He answered, and I told him my little situation, and he said to meet him at a certain address in twenty minutes. I wasn't sure where this place was, but I knew the area faintly, and made it to his house within half an hour.
I cautiously made my way up the steps and knocked. I didn't know where in the hell I was, or who was in this house. I wasn't too worried though, because it was a very nice house in a really nice area. I also sent Buddy a text telling him I was here.
Buddy opened the door and beckoned me inside. He was a small guy, around 5'7,who looked like a nice, clean cut kind of guy. I had the feeling his mother had a minivan. He was also only a year or two older than me.
As I stepped inside the castle like home, the crave for the high became intolerable. I swiftly made the transaction and ran back out to Morty. I just spent four hundred dollars on these pills. They better work well.
I took three of whatever kind of pills they were, and felt the effects instantaneously. It was euphoric. It was a whole new type of experience, better than any other thing I've ever tried before. It wasn't like any other drug I've tried before, it didn't make me feel a giggly, it made me open my eyes to lesser known things. I felt wise. I've never seen my hand look so beautiful, never realized the beautiful stitching on Morty's steering wheel.
I peered my head out of the window. I looked up at the night sky. I saw an owl dart across the sky and I had the sudden urge to follow it. So I did, and it led me far, far away. I traveled of a time unknown. It could've been two days, two hours, two seconds. But I didn't care- the owl was wise. It would lead me to safety.
The path I followed created by the owl was starting to become familiar. I couldn't put my eye on it, though, maybe because I was high as a kite, or maybe because I never traveled there before and it just reminded me of somewhere.
Suddenly the owl stopped and perched on a tree. I took a look around me and smiled. I knew where I was. This is where I'm supposed to be. This is where I belong. I was at Clare's house.
Ok, all you lovely readers, don't forget to review! And if you didn't read my little rant on the top of the page you should. Helpful stuff there. :)
