Can I get a whoop whoop for another chapter? No? Fine, be that way, freeloaders. Just kidding, lets get on with it shall we?
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Xellda: Yes! It's working! We all hate DRAKEE! BWHAHAHAHAHAHA! Thank you for your review and the heads up on the link!
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Heart in a circle: You'll find out what happened between them, it should come up on the next few chapters, but it does happen.
Evil Tim 17: Yay you reviewed, yeah I'm back, and I was just on vacation no worries. I'm not going to stop this one until it's finished :3 I love it too much! I'm glad you like the whole Drake-Marie-Edd situation and how I describe it. I was afraid the whole what's has Drake done thing was going to get old fast, but I think its working.
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Poll~!
Vamp – 45%
Davey – 25%
Carrie – 20%
Mr. Larter – 5%
Logan Dubois – 5%
Immoral
Chapter 11: Hello, I'm Addicted to Hating Someone
It was Thursday when the school found out that Stephen Black had died early that morning. We had all been brought down to the auditorium to be told. We were all in shock. Of course, it was no secret he had been a junkie for the last year and a half, at least to us. When the teachers and staff found out he had overdosed, they were surprised to say the least. The Creekers, however, didn't seem to understand the fullness of the situation.
Stephen was no where near the jackasses that you'd usually find smoking pot beneath the bleachers. He was actually a really nice guy. He kept to himself, but truthfully while most kids in this school were prone to outbursts of many emotions, he was always polite, always happy. I can't even remember why he got shipped off to Windsville School of Troubled Youth; besides the drug problem (which was hardly noticeable) he didn't belong here. But I guess none of us really knew how bad it had gotten. Addiction, of all kinds, it kills. As terrible a thing it was that Stephen had died, it was also a terrible wake up call.
Carrie was crying beside me. Stephen used to be a good friend of hers. They parted ways after they entered into high school, but they still talked every so often. I pulled her into my shoulder, and heard soft words above her muffling cries. I first I figured she was talking, she always talked to herself when she was upset or sad. But she wasn't. She was singing, a song I knew, and I felt more than obligated to sing along. And apparently so did Davey and Vamp.
I painted your room at midnight
So I'd know yesterday was over
I put all your books on the top shelf
Even the one with the four-leaf clover
Man, I'm getting older
The people around us started to join in. We all started softer, but with each joined voice we all gained the courage to get louder and louder. Most voices were strong and sad as we continued, but many, including my own, were starting to waver.
I took all your pictures off the wall
Wrapped them in a newspaper blanket
I haven't slept in what seems like a century
And know I can barley breathe
By the time we reached the chorus of the song, the entire room was singing, and I found myself crying. And I was no where near the only one.
Just like crow chasing the butterfly
Dandelions lost in summer sky
When you and I were getting high as outer space
I never thought you'd slip away
I guess I was just a little too late
The world is an addict - to the media, to other people, to emotions. Everyone feels that pull. Everyone is junkie to something. I was starting to understand why my mind kept coming back to that word. Addiction. Then I realized why. I was addicted to hating.
Your words still serenade me
Your lullabies won't let me sleep
I've never heard such a haunting melody
Oh it's killing me
You know I can barley breathe
Once an addict, always an addict. That may be true, but I really hope it's not. I'm only at the bottom of the rehabilitation pyramid, and I don't want to care anymore. I want him to be my last problem instead of my first. I want to be clean of him, before it kills me. But that's a lot easier said than done.
Just like crow chasing the butterfly
Dandelions lost in summer sky
When you and I were getting high as outer space
I never thought you'd slip away
I guess I was just a little too late
Just like crow chasing the butterfly
Dandelions lost in summer sky
When you and I were getting high as outer space
I never thought you'd slip away
I guess I was just a little too late
Just like crow chasing the butterfly
Dandelions lost in summer sky
When you and I were getting high as outer space
I never thought you'd slip away
I guess I was just a little too late
By the end of the song, no one in the room wasn't crying. I swear that even most of the Creekers were crying a little. I'm sure Kevin was; I'm pretty sure I could hear him. The moment had gotten to everyone. Carrie was crying even harder than before. Davey had moved his glasses onto the top of his head so he didn't need to move them every time he wiped his eyes. Vamp was holding Carrie on the opposite arm that I was on, the both of us shaking as she shook. I managed to get a look at Double D, most of him still remained hidden behind Vamp's form, but I got a look. I felt my insides drop, and I started to cry a little harder. No one noticed, but I did and that was enough.
I think crying is Carrie's best grieving, and acceptance mixed together. After she had stopped you could sense she felt better. She may not of smiled like she usually did, but I caught the crook of her mouth when she talked about him.
"He's probably looking down on us laughing and enjoying all the best drugs heavens got to offer. Either way, I'm going to miss him."
"You know," she continued, "The world is a funny place. Sometimes I wish it was way simpler."
I held her hand tight, "Yeah I do too. But, if it weren't for the complexity, I think the simple joys would be a lot less amazing."
She turned to me, surprised, "Yeah, yeah I guess that makes sense."
And I guess it really does, because were all just addicts trying to survive in a world of perfection. No one ever prepares you for the stuff we go through every day. They sugar coat it, tell you it's going to be alright when in reality there's a chance it won't. I guess all we can do is stand in our mirrors and look into our souls. Hello, I'm addicted to hating someone and I don't want to anymore. Someone just tell me how to handle this situation.
I can't do this by myself, and neither could Stephen Black.
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Song was "Crow and The Butterfly" by Shinedown.
Not a super long chapter, but I think even though it's shorter than normal it says what I was trying to say. R & R please.