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| Almost Blue | |
| By j_dawson | ||||
| 26 February 2010 | ||||
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This is just a short piece of fiction I wrote recently while I should have really been doing uni work. Please feel free to let me know what you think. Almost Blue by Jack Dawson The truth is there’s only one thing I care about and I know what he’s thinking. Liam’s stood across from me on the other side of the room. You can see it in his eyes, that look that just screams ‘fuck me’. My eyes are burning holes in him as he’s standing talking to her, but I don’t care, I just want him to turn around and walk away. I’ve ran out of cigarettes but the edge of the empty box rubs against my thigh. I probably have half a gram left from last night but I go to find Ryan upstairs anyway. The sound of the music is beating in my stomach but I ignore it and wonder whether to check one of the bedrooms or the bathroom first and I have to watch that bitch kissing Liam again. I find Ryan upstairs in the first bedroom I try, with some girl I don’t recognise unconscious on the bed in a pool of vomit. He’s high as usual but he’s managed to score some mephedrone from somewhere so I don’t mind. It’s sat on top of the chest of drawers in a small, clear bag; I glance over at it and I ask him to cut me a line. “Cut it yourself, I’ve had enough of that shit tonight.” I rack up a line over on the desk and snort it through a rolled up bit of paper from a notebook and as the powder hits the back of my nose, my heart begins to race. I forget the rush for a second and quickly pour some more onto the smooth wood ready for another hit. “You’ll end up killing yourself.” I sit trying to compose myself after the second line but I can feel the blood pumping around my body and I want to stand up and go downstairs. I forget Ryan and leave the room, forcing my way past some people in the hallway, who are all staring at me and my breathing is heavy. I see Liam waiting for the toilet and I push through the crowd towards him. He must have left her waiting downstairs. I know what I want to say to him but I start mumbling and I can feel something warm dribbling out of my nose. I grab his arm and I taste the iron in my mouth. The blood trickles over my top lip and coats my teeth. “I guess I lost the game right?”
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