BPOV
After I left Edward's house I ran straight home. I couldn't believe this. I need to get away.
I had to get away from the pain, and the only way I knew how to do that was in my closet in my little box. I went into my room and got my box. I took out a few joints and lit one up and took a drag. I needed to get high. But this wasn't enough. I got out my little bag a white heaven.
I started to line it up when my phone started to ring. I looked at the caller ID and saw that it was Edward. I could care less about this dick right now. Even if it was that blond bitch that sent the text, he should have looked at his phone and see the messages. But like I said, I don't care about that dick.
I finished making my lines and I had six in total. My phone kept ringing and it was always Edward. I needed to get away. I rolled up a dollar bill and snorted the first line. It kicked in right away. 'Thank God!'
My phone started to ring again. I took another drag of my joint. Now I can feel it, this is the fucking life. I snorted another line and once again my phone was ringing. 'Why can't I get away?' I thought to myself. I snorted another line, and another and another. I only have three lines left. I could feel myself starting to black out a little. I finished my first joint and lit up the last one. I was half way through that one when my phone was ringing again. I needed to get away from him. I snorted the last three lines. And just before I blacked out I heard my phone ring one last time.
AN: so I know that I was missing for awhile, but I do plane on having another update today, just not sure when ill have it up. I want to thank everyone that has reviewed my story it means a lot. Oh and I'm sorry that is a little short. I promise to make the next one longer.
-Tina 3
