Chapter 2: Drugs and Alcohol
Nessie's POV
I tried to calm my nerves as I walked away from my grandfather. The concerned expression never once left his face. I was 99.9% positive that he could indeed smell the drugs that were without a doubt still in my system. I wondered if he could detect the alcohol to? I had gotten pretty much wasted last night but I wasn't sure how long alcohol stayed in your system. I was pretty sure that it was not as long as drugs but I was still a bit worried. The way my grandfather had kept sniffing me discreetly made me extremely nervous. I didn't want anyone to know.
Once I was away from my grandfather's gazing eyes I was able to relax somewhat. Although my nerves from earlier were somehow even more intensified. I was able to fake it for my mother's sake though. I had become extremely good at faking it. Faking was all I could do to prevent my mother from finding out what has happened to me.
I was a straight A honor student. My favorite subjects being Science and History. When I wasn't studying or doing homework I was usually volunteering at the zoo or hanging out with my friends. Just normal teenage stuff usually. Shopping at the mall. Going to the movies.
It all changed when Blake stumbled into my life. Or rather I stumbled into his. Literally I might add. I slipped and he caught me. I was a huge klutz. Well he and I started out as friends but we quickly worked our way up to boyfriend and girlfriend.
He invited me to one of his parties. I was reluctant at first but he kept pushing so I said yes. I was surprised to find booze. Lots and lots of booze. That wasn't it though. There were the drugs. Blake pressured me into doing it even though I didn't want to. So I picked the cocaine and meth. I just did a little. Seriously it was just a little. It made me feel good. So good. Surely something that felt so good couldn't be so bad, right? The alcohol was equally good. Okay maybe not as good as the cocaine and meth but it was still really good. I felt like I was in heaven when I combined all three things.
Well six months down the line here I am. An addict. I'd consider myself a functioning addict since my grades haven't really been affected or my status as a volunteer at the zoo. The problem now though was that I didn't feel like I could function without it.
Throughout my lunch with my mom I felt really distracted. I was thinking a lot about my grandfather and the rest of my family. I hadn't thought this much about them in a long time. I had always wondered if they survived the confrontation. Obviously my grandfather did. I wonder if they all did? What about Jake? How was he?
As we were escaping together I fell off of Jacob's back. I was thrown against the tree. The wind had been knocked out of me and I couldn't even muster the strength to scream. All I could do was watch helplessly as the reddish brown wolf continued to sprint away. After that I lost consciousness.
"Nsssie are you okay?" mom asked. The look on her face a very concerned one. The kind of concern that only a mother could have for a child. Even though I was 17 years old. Or at least that is what everyone though. I'm actually a few years younger.
"What? Yeah I'm fine"
"Are you sure? You seem a little distracted. Or worried"
"I'm okay I just have a lot of homework to do. That's all" It wasn't a total lie. I did have a lot of homework to do. An essay to finish writing and a science project to work on.
My mom looked relieved. She definitely worried about me to much. She always had.
"Well maybe you should get back to it then. I've got to get back to work anyway"
That was the end of lunch right there. I finished the last bit of my burger before throwing all of my trash away. I took my mom back to the hospital before heading home myself.
I found it hard to concentrate on my homework to though. I fought and fought hard to make myself pay attention to what I was doing with only moderate success. I was able to complete my essay and start on my project when I decided to just quit for the day.
I opted to just watch movies for the rest of the evening. Around 8pm my anxiety became too much for me to handle. So I turned to the one thing that I knew would relieve me of my anxiety. I dug through my cabinet for my hidden stashes and the needle/syringe I used. I hid them a little to well sometimes.
I shot up the meth first and then the cocaine. Just then I heard a noise coming from my window. My head instantly snapped in that direction. I felt the blood drain from my face when I saw them standing in my room.
Please Review