Look What You've Done

I sat straight onto the bed, catching back my breath and rubbed my sweaty face with my hands. Instantly, I felt someone putting it's arms around my shoulders.

"Don't." I just said as I moved myself away for her. I heard a sigh behind me. Without even looking at her, I just stood up and locked myself into my bathroom. I closed the door and looked at myself into the mirror. I looked just like a mess, puffy red eyes and dark circles under them. My head was throbbing real hard from the hangover. My hair was also a mess, from the previous night before. I heard the door from my bedroom open and close again. She understood, hopefully. I didn't want to have any problem getting her out of my bed. I quickly showered and went back into my bedroom. She was gone. This was about my routine, going out at night, getting wasted, picking a random girl, fuck her and dumped her in the morning.

I went downstairs and opened the frigde, random left overs and alcool. Nothing else, well it wasn't new. I looked on my counter to find the little bag of cocaine I've left there the night before. I looked under all the stuff that was just laying there. Nothing, I thought for a moment. That fucking whore. Well, I had only one chance to find my sweet drug in the morning. Jimmy.

I drove to his house and didn't even knocked before entering, he's been used too anyway. He was just watching some tv, drinking the milk from his almost empty bowl of cereal.

"Hey." He said as he saw me.

"I'm out of cocaine, do you have some?" I said as I looked everywhere for a little bag of white powder. Jimmy left his empty bowl on the table in front of him.

"You know I don't do any hard drug since a year already man.." I looked at him, desperated.

"Come on, you probably have some left over somewhere." I said as I went upstairs to his room. He followed me.

"Dude, it's fucking 10 in the morning." He sighed.

"Why would I even care.." I said distracted, just hoping to find that little bag of pure happiness.

"Brian, you're killing yourself like this.."

"Says the guy who smoke and drink liquor right after he wakes up." I said as I was still searching, under his clothes, in his pants pocket. Under his bed. Everywhere.

"Cocaine's hard drug!" He said as he moved to sit onto his bed. I felt my hands starting to shake.

"I told you already, I don't give a single fuck about my health, I prefer dying wasted than dying bored!" I yelled at him as I was getting seriously annoyed. He rolled his eyes up in the air.

"Do whatever you want.. I just want to tell you, you won't find anything in here."

I sighed and rubbed my face, trying to think straight. My car! I hurried going downstairs and went straight to my car. I opened the door and looked under my seat. I've remember putting it there just in case. Why didn't I think about it before?! I poured a straight line of the white powder onto my finger and sniffed it. I instantly felt relaxed. This shit wasn't doing anyting much to me anymore. I've started doing cocaine about 3 years ago, when marijuana really wasn't enough for me. All because of her. I shook my head and closed the little bag. I put it back where I've found it. I closed the door and went back into Jimmy's house, feeling better than ever. He had put some clothes on and was sitting onto his couch.

"You seriously need help."

I rolled my eyes up in the air and sighed, it was definetly not the first time he said that to me.

"I'm fine, look!" I smiled, he just sighed and crossed his arms onto his chest.

"Get that powder wiped off your nose, your dad and the guys are coming over."

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