I originally scrapped this after I typed it, but I honestly don't know why I did... I love it now, so here you go! Sorry for the wait.
Misfit Days: Drugs
"So what exactly does it mean when you O.D.?" Break asked me quietly as we walked away from the crowd that was huddled around a rather… depressing scene.
"O.D. stands for an Over Dose."
"Hmm… I don't think you have yet grasp the fact that I do not come from this time and that means absolutely nothing to me my love.~" He sat down on a bench and patted the spot next him which was on the side of a sleeping hobo.
"You could have picked one of the hundred empty seats around here, but you pick this one?"
"Oh Jemia…" he said softly. "I just knew this was where you wanted to sit."
"Like hell it is." I mumbled but smiled slightly at the same time. That scene had severely depressed me and brought out some ugly memories that I didn't want to remember, yet here came Break, cheering me up by being his stupid self once again.
"Come on. The nice-probably-infected-with-highly-contagious-rabies-or-some-other-highly-spreadable-and-fatal-disease man is not going to kill you...maybe." I sighed in defeat and complied to his wishes. "Now what exactly is a 'over dose'?"
"When someone gives themselves or somebody else too much of one drug to the point where it is highly dangerous for that person's body or," I pointed behind me to the crowd from before that now was slowly dissipating. "fatal."
"Medicine?"
"It can be medicine, but it can also be illegal stuff like heroin." I sighed again, this time sadly. "Can we stop talking about this? It's not my favorite subject." I stated this as Break crossed his arms in deep thought.
"They purposely pump a drug that they know is extremely dangerous into their body and die when they do it too much at one time?"
"Yes."
"Jemia?"
"What is it Break?"
"That is… stupid."
"They can't help it sometimes…" I mumbled.
"Why? Have you been in that situation before?" He grumbled accusionaly.
"No but my brother was." I replied harshly. "Seriously, I don't want talk about this anymore."
Break's expression went unreadable for a second before he suddenly patted my head.
"And, just what was that for?" I questioned.
"What was what?" He stared at me blankly. "That reminds me Miss~" He suddenly pulled me up from the bench and started to drag me elsewhere.
"What? Reminds you of what?"
"I need poison of course!"
"For what?" I stopped him frantically.
"Well it seems that Mr. David doesn't know the meaning of no." His smile twitched.
"WHOA now. Let's not kill people!"
"He deserves it!" He pouted.
"Well, that's what hitler thought about the Jews!"
"Who?"
Well that gives you a little bit more of Jemia's past. Let's all hope Mr. David makes it through the night, eh?
I'm running on writers block by the way T_T So if anyone can PM or comment a suggestion I'd love you forever!
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