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 “Hey Chris? You alright?” A hand waved in my face snapping me back to the present. In front of me stood a slender guy a bit taller than me but only by a few inches. He smiled when I made eye contact.
  “There she is! Sup? Um, Charlie and I are just chilling in the living room here, playing some games and tossing back shots like no tomorrow.” His smile was large and welcoming. I leaned forward and extended my arms, pulling him close. He let out a surprised HNGF before hugging me back. He pulled back and I let my hands linger on his shoulders cherishing the touch of another. When I let go he turned and walked back into the living room, flopping down on the couch and grabbing a controller. My feet took me towards him absentmindedly, ignoring the stimulus around me, I focused on him and sat down right next to him. My head instinctively leaned onto his shoulder and I looked up top see Charlie sitting on the floor in front of us. He eyed us with what looked like jealousy and went back to playing.
  “Hey Charlie! Having fun with Jake?” I said in a teasing voice knowing full well that Charlie was desperately crushing on Jake but to his dismay Jake had no feelings towards him. Just five months ago I started regularly texting Jake and then two months ago he asked me out. So far this is the longest relationship I’ve had, with a human.
  “Oh yeah I am. We were just making out with each other before you came in. He finally confessed his undying affections towards me.” Charlie teased back, smirking at Jake but looking away as soon as they made eye contact. I smirked and turned back towards Jake scooting closer to him, warmth coming off in waves from his body. He looks on at the TV, from what I know about the game he just killed Charlie for the fifth time in a row earning him a new mega weapon. I never much cared for shooting games, I shot myself up enough. At the thought of that I suddenly needed a shot, the alcohol kind, not the needle, not yet at least.
  “What did you get us to drink this time Charlie?” I saw a bottle a quarter full of brown liquid in his lap, another two bottles set up on the kitchen table.
  “This one here,” He held it up towards me, I took it turning it around in my hands. “is Fireball. It’s the new youth craze. Every teen in the area drinks it. Tastes a lot less like whiskey and more like Hot Tamales. You know that little red candy that comes in the box?” I nod and take the top off the bottle. Three shot glasses sat on the table, I picked the one that looked dry and poured to the brim. I threw it back and poured another, the burning taste either no longer affected me or the burning of the cinnamon was much stronger. The next shot I let linger on my tongue, exploring the flavors. Not much was there other than cinnamon. I swallowed it down and the next three shots I drank like an alcoholic which I guess at this point in my life I was. And a junkie.
  I thought about shooting up here but I remember that Jake didn’t particularly like my habit. He was perfectly fine with Charlie snorting cocaine in front of him though, I spied the tell-tale razor blade and specs of white powder on a shiny surface sitting on the table. Maybe Jake was just like his mom afraid of needles. God, what pussies. I poured one more shot before lying back against Jake. He wrapped one arm around me and brought it back towards him grabbing his controller again. I sighed and frowned, I guess the game was more interesting at the moment.
  The whiskey had already started to hit me, my cheeks were warm and things got a little cloudy. This was the part of drinking I really enjoyed. There was no buzz, six shots one right after the other got you fucked up pretty fast at least in my case. Of course being completely fucked up was great as well, I could forget all of the pain and frolic through the child-like bliss the alcohol provided. I giggled when Jake killed Charlie and when he got all worked up about it. At some point Jake handed me the controller and I played for him. I got my ass handed to me at least four dozen times before I started to get tired. My eyes drooped further and further down, my body collapsing against Jake’s. Charlie eyed us again, green with jealousy.
  “Wanna come up here with us?” The sentence came out of my mouth jumbled but he seemed to understand it. Jake would understand in the morning.  Charlie stood up and stretched, his t-shirt creeped upwards and revealed his large stomach. On the surface were scars, several, more than I had on my own arm. That’s why Jake would be OK with it in the morning. Charlie needed us. That’s what friends are for right? He brought over a blanket and wrapped himself in it before lying against Jake, his cheek resting on his shoulder. I slid down to a flat position my head on Jake’s lap. I closed my eyes the sleep overtaking me. I felt a tingle right before I fell into darkness. It started at my toes and traveled up my body. It ended at my head and that’s when the urges came over me. I wouldn’t be able to sleep until I shot up.
Woes Chapter Two Friends? Who needs 'em?! Me...
Second chapter of the Woes series. 
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  I drove forward slowly, one eye on the addresses of the houses in front of me the other on the paper in my free hand that had the address on it. 10669… 10671… 10673! Ah there it is. I pull up to the sidewalk barely missing the bunch of mailboxes set a bit far off the sidewalk. With one last sputter my engine dies. I sigh, the cold temperatures really fuck with my car sometimes. I grab my hat and scarf and throw them on carelessly before stepping out. I curse as my hat slips off my head and lands in the snow. It’s dark threads dotted with the light snow that has been falling all day. My car beeps as I double lock it, again. My feet leave indents in the snow as I quickly walk to the front door. I ignore the courtesy of knocking and instead open the door straight away, knocking the snow off of my shoes on the doorstep. I breathe in the warm air and cherish the warmth, the wind blowing the door shut behind me. I shiver and pull my jacket on tighter. A blouse was not the ideal thing for me to wear in this weather.
  The hallway in front of me stretched on for a few yards before taking a sharp turn left at the end was an inset alcove. In it was displayed several religious figures including Jesus, Mary, and some decrepit old man whom I couldn’t quite remember. I paused at them and reached out to touch the Jesus figure. Though I am not religious I felt like touching him may do something for me. I look at my outstretched arm, scars formed in neat rows covered the underside, and on the top was the same but a bit more sporadic. I decide to slide my jacket back on, not wanting to see them nor did anyone else even though the people I was meeting tonight already know about them. My hand pulls away from mini-Jesus and I continue down the hall.
  Pictures hang throughout showing a happy family. Several daughters and one son. The pictures seemed to be arranged in chronological order so as you walked along you saw the family age and things change. One of the girls at around age ten had long blonde curls but the next picture had her sporting much shorter hair, barely covering her ears and in a dark shade of brown. The mother started out looking very young and beautiful but by the end of the hall her hair went from a shining blonde to almost a dull grey. Crows feet invaded the outer edges of her eyes, and more wrinkles formed around her mouth area. She still looked great just older and stressed out. I hypothesized that the stress was from raising her 6 children by herself why the father worked all day barely making enough money to feed each of the hungry mouths. I knew of course this was bullshit. This family was very well-to-do and never had any trouble wondering where their next paycheck or meal would be coming from. The only reason Missus Goodwell still looked like this was because of her intense fear of needles. Anyone who has ever talked to her knows her story. Something about when she was a child, a shaky dentist, and a needle sticking out of her eye.  I never cared to remember the details as personally I enjoyed needles. As long as I was the one using them.
  In the back of my mind a scene was playing out. I sat on a hospital bed, my eyes dark with lack of sleep, and my mascara streaking down my face forming tree roots on my cheeks before falling off and landing on my breasts. One doctor stood at the foot of the bed directing a gaggle of nurses around me. One nurse was taking my blood pressure while another monitored my oxygen levels through a clip on my finger. Yet another nurse leaned in toward me, a cup of black sludge in her hand. A bucket lay on my lap in preparation for the imminent mess. The nurse with the cup forced my mouth open and began pouring the black sludge down my throat, I swallowed quickly but it was not fast enough. Excess sludge ran over my lips and dripped down on my breasts joining the mascara. I drank half of the cup before I vomited. Vomiting was easy for me, just as needles were friends to me, as was vomiting. Black sludge came out along with a few traces of pink pills. I had taken Benedryl earlier on that night. An entire bottle, straight from Costco where everything is way bigger than it needs to be, and not just the products the people as well. I remember the day I stole the bottle. I waited for almost fifteen minutes while a whale of a woman decided whether or not to buy the branded or off-brand heartburn medication. When she had finally scooted away on her motorized scooter (the poor engine struggling to spin the wheels) I picked up the biggest pick bottle available and hid it in my purse. It was large enough to not show any bulges and I walked back out of the store none the wiser. Afterwards I took each and every pill. At first only a few at a time, then handfuls, and then I just brought the bottle to my lips only to pause and bring another bottle to my lips, this time it was whiskey, also stolen from a store.
  After throwing up I can’t quite remember what else happened. I do however remember waking up a few days later. My clothes had changed to the normal hospital garb, the thin fabric not holding in any body heat. A dull ache in my head turned into a sharp pain when I tried to lift my head. Reeling from the sudden pain I lay back down and turned my head to the right examining my arm which also seemed to have a dull ache. A small needle poked in my arm at its crook, clear fluid, most likely saline, filled a long tube that my eyes followed back to its source. A large bag filled with even more liquid which it let drip via a small tube. Drip… Drip… Drip… I was mesmerized by this. I counted the drops, I counted one-thousand-three-hundred-ninety before a nurse arrived in my room. I blacked out, again.

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Keahi
Artist | Student | Traditional Art
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I love dubstep, and other kinds of electric music. I aslo love bands like Paramore, All Time Low, Suicide Silence, BOTDF, and many many more! As you can tell by my username I love the ZX Spectrum and I wish I owned a working one!
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