The Drug of Seven
A Story of Pure Desire
Jerrica Black
September 2010
It was two in the morning, it had just finished raining and I was soaked in water and tears. Sometimes I wish it were easier to get away. Get away from my parents, from those annoying school kids, from myself. I do everything just to please everyone else and it just leaves me down in the dumps. I need to do more for me, more to make me happy.
“Hey girly,” a deep voice said from within the shadows behind me.
“Do I know you?” I stood up cautiously, turning toward the mysterious figure emerging from between buildings.
“No but I couldn’t help but notice you’re upset. Maybe a little angry?”
All I could think at this point was who the hell is this creep? What does he want? I’m going to die. “A little,” I said just to keep the conversation going.
“I could help you out. Give you a little something. Something to dull the pain, make you a little happier?” By this time he was about two feet away from me, towering over me. His dark eyes stared down at me with his face half lit by the dim streetlights. He looked to be in his mid-twenties. He was unshaved and seemed a little grimy which made me little uneasy. Not that I wasn’t already considering the situation.
“You mean like drugs? No way! There’s no way I’m doing drugs and even if I were into drugs I would not buy them from some random, creepy guy. Thanks but no thanks!” I turned to walk away.
His hand fell on my shoulder, firmly and he said, “Come on. I know you want to. You want to do something to defy your parents. You want to do something for you. To make you happy. Plus, I’ve got something special and it’s new.”
“You know what? Out of spite, yeah. I’ll try some of this ‘new shit’ you got.”
I didn’t care anymore. I knew deep down I was just like the rest of my family, alcoholic druggies with nothing better in life.
“Cool,” he said, victorious. “Follow me.”
I followed him to the backside of the building. A bunch of people, obviously all tripping, were sitting on the asphault. We walked to a large group against the wall.
“Hey!”
“We gots a newcomer, eh?”
“Damn! What’s your name sweetheart?”
What have I gotten myself into? Why am I here? Where is here? I refused to turn around though. I’d made a choice; I was going to stick with it. For the first time in my life, I didn’t chicken out.
Despite the creepy people around me I sat down. “So what am I doing here? Smoking, snorting, shooting?”
A hand extended passing me a needle filled with a pink liquid. “What the hell? Am I injecting Pepto-Bismol into my arm?”
“No, it’s not Pepto. What do you think I am, stupid?”
I resisted the urge to say yes. I stared at he needle, then at the crook of my elbow, then back at the sketchy needle in my hand…
After about ten times I finally got up the courage to inject that strange, pink liquid into my virgin blood stream. It felt a little tingly, but other than that I didn’t’ feel much different. I waited a few minutes. Still nothing.
“Hey! Bro! This sucks! I don’t feel any different!” I screamed.
“Are you sure about that, you’ve been sitting there for like fifteen minutes not responding to anything. Kinda strange if you ask me.”
“What the hell, I’ve been there for like three minutes, max! And I feel the same damn way!”
“No, you’ve been there for at least 15. You’re kinda scary right now, actually. You seem kinda angry, and confrontational. Before you were so nice and quiet.”
“Whatever.” I started walking away but for some reason I stopped, turned around, looked up at that mysterious guy and punched him on the gut. As he bent over in pain, clutching his stomach I reached out and grabbed his head and kneed him in the face. He fell to the ground leaving a small trail of blood on his way down.
Nobody even looked at me as I turned and walked back out onto the street. I realized then that I did feel a little different; stronger, faster, more passionate and emotional.
The sun was peeking over the horizon. Seemed like a perfect time to start raising hell. The first target would have to be that stupid school. First things first though, I needed a different sweater. Everyone knew this sweater, and everyone knew whom it belonged to.
Up the street I saw someone getting out of their running car. I took that opportunity to run up and steal it. I just picked up my pace to a gentle jog. Yet it took me practically no time to get there. I thought it was weird, but I continued to enter the car and start down the road.
I went out to Wal-mart and broke my way through the door. I grabbed a large black hoodie, some skin-tight flared jeans and a black toque. I walked right back out the door alarms chiming the whole time I was there. I hopped in the car, changed my clothes in it and bolted out of the parking lot.
As I flew towards the school I planned all the things I was about to do. Smash some windows, write all over the walls about how messed up everything is and god knows what else. I approached that wretched building. The car had barely stopped and I was gone.
I picked up a huge brick and busted out the large window in the front of the school. I screamed “That’s right, bitch!” I continued throwing everything and anything screaming and crying through it all. I went into the first classroom I saw and grabbed a handful of Sharpies. I began to write all over the walls. Profanity everywhere. It was about five by the time I decided to leave. I pulled out my cell and started looking through the contacts. I saw Damian (my best friend’s) number and had a great idea.
I called but he didn’t pick up. “It’s Damian, you know what to do.” Beep!
“Hey, bro. I need to talk to you. Now.”
I began to drive into the city to meet up with him. I was going so fast. Dangerous too. I was weaving in and out of traffic at crazy speeds; people were getting pissed off. I made it to my usual coffee shop. Its bright lights and open windows made it look so inviting and warm.
My phone started to ring; it was Damian. “Damian, I’m at the coffee shop. Can you come here?”
“Umm, for sure. How’d you get there, and so fast?”
“I drove. Just, come. I need you.” More than you know.
“Okay, I’ll be there in a few.” He hung up.
I got out of the car and walked into the coffee shop. Immediately I was overcome with hunger. I just wanted food, and lots of it. “Get me a muffin, and a Danish and one of those doughnuts there too.” I said, taking a seat at one of the small dark oak tables. The barista came over and put the pastries in front of me.
“You think you got enough food there?” She asked jokingly.
“What did you say?” I said standing, getting right in her face. “Are you making fat jokes about me, bitch? Trying to start something you fat cow? Go for it!”
“I didn’t mean anything by it. Sorry.” She tried to walk away but I reached out and grabbed her.
“Don’t walk away from me!”
Just then Damian walked in, his dark hair disheveled, and wearing frumpy clothes. It was obvious he had just gotten out of bed. His deep blue eyes gazed into mine from across the room. A new feeling washed over me. Lust.
I ran at him, throwing myself into his arms. I kissed him, passionately. Surprisingly, he kissed me back. I’d wanted him for so long but we’d kept a strictly “friend” relationship. Who knew he was into me too? His hands were quickly around my waist. My arms wrapped around his neck.
I looked around. Everyone was staring. “We should get out of here.”
“And go where?”
“Anywhere.”
“I know. Let’s go.”
We started walking to the car, neither of us talking. We got in.
We’d been driving for a while in complete silence. It was an awkward silence after that little scene in the coffee shop. Neither of us wanted to broach the subject seeing as it was totally random and very revealing.
Finally, “I can’t believe that just happened. You just threw yourself at me and it just,” he paused slightly, “happened.” He looked at me, “I’ve loved you for so long but I didn’t want to ruin our friendship, you know? I’m so glad you feel the same way.”
“Of course I do. I thought it was pretty obvious.”
“Not really. Why’d you choose today?”
“Just seemed right. Where are we going?”
“My buddy’s cottage.”
“Where’s that? We’ve been driving forever!” I complained suddenly feeling impatient and lethargic.
“It’s still quite a ways away. Probably another few hours.”
“Oh. Okay, do you mind if I sleep? All of a sudden I’m really tired,” I half slurred, already half asleep.
“Sure. Have a good sleep.”
* * * * *
We finally arrived at a huge log cabin. There were two floors and huge bay windows. It was totally secluded, surrounded by a brilliant forest. “Hun? We’re here,” Damian whispered gently nudging me awake.
“Carry me?”
“Of course.” He picked me up, cradled like a child in his arms. We walked up the gravel drive to the great wooden door. He unlocked the door with great difficulty. Entering I felt a great feeling of jealousy wash over me. He put me down on the couch and walked away. I looked up; there was a huge big screen television, fancy carpeting, and beautiful furniture. The works!
“I need to go grab some food at the store in town, It’s a while away,” he explained walking from the kitchen. “Feel free to take a look around, but try not to get lost,” he said with a chuckle.
“’Kay, hurry back! I’ll miss you!” And your beautiful body. The door closed behind him.
As soon as the car was out of the drive I started searching around. They don’t deserve these things. I wanted them, and so I took them. It was about quarter to one then. Damian would be back in another hour and a half or so. I was hungry.
I went to the kitchen hoping to find something to eat. There was a bunch of stuff there. Why the heck did he go get more? I grabbed a bag of chips, a tub of ice cream and some chocolate sauce. I sat at the elegant dining room table and indulged in my treats.
I heard the door open so I quickly shoved my garbage in the trashcan. I went back to the couch where Damian had left me.
“Hey babe! I got some wine, you want some?” he said as he entered the room.
“Sure, sounds great.”
He poured the wine into glasses and gave me one; I took a sip and put it down on the glass coffee table. I moved closer to him. I put my hand on his leg. He looked at me and we stared into each other’s eyes for a moment. He took the hint.
He grabbed my hands, stood up and began leading me out of the room.
We entered a room with a large, comfy looking bed. It had a canopy held by gold plated poles. We got a little closer. I could feel the warmth of his body against mine…
* * * * *
I was awesome. And I passed out.
* * * * *
I woke up the next morning thinking, wow, I have the weirdest dreams ever. I never realized how horrible a person I could be.
I opened my eyes; this isn’t my house. I realized there was something touching my waist. I looked down; it was an arm. Who the hell is in my bed? I turn to beside me; it was Damian’s arm. Oh shit, that wasn’t a dream…
