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12-12-2006, 02:23 PM
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No. Just no. I stared at the small bag in Jonny's hand. This couldn't be happening. I felt like someone had just shot me in the stomach. I felt like that same person was reaching down my throat. They were pulling up my breakfast, all of it. They were scraping their fingernails against my tender throat as they pulled it up. I was bleeding from my throat and stomach. I was dying. And they were laughing. With each second that Jonny's lips moved, the pain got worse. They laughed harder. I couldn't hear what he was saying. I couldn't think. I couldn't breathe. All I could hear was the laughter. All I could see was the bag. How could my best friend do this to me? How could anyone, even my worse enemy, force me to remember?
"No..." I put my hands over my eyes. "No. Please God... no. Please, no." Jonny had stopped talking. Him, TJ, and Allen were staring at me. I could see my mother's face. I was reliving that horrible night from six years ago. "No. Mom... wake up. Mom? Mom!" I could see my moms face. She was staring at me. Her voice shaking, she said,'You're already high!' What? That couldn't be right. I opened my eyes. In front of me were Jonny Allen and TJ. This didn't make any sense. Had I... oh no. Had they heard those things? Allen's eyes had reached a new record in size. They had rounded to what looked like the size of an apple. In a nervous voice, he said, "I knew I should have listened to the purple flower." Shit. They had heard me. TJ stared at me. "Your nerves are the reason I eat so much." Jonny just smiled. "...Which leads me to my point. This stuff is going to calm us down. This stuff is going to make us feel good. Everyone deserves to feel good. Are you guys ready to try some?" TJ and Allen quickly nodded. They obviously had to calm down. Jonny grinned and handed each of us straws. Nervously, I took mine. I had to redeem myself. Who cares about what happened? It didn't matter.... right? First Jonny went to TJ. TJ out the straw up to his nose and snorted almost the whole handful. Jonny just shook his head. At first, TJ just got a blank stare on his face. Then he slowly grinned. Next was Allen. After snorting, Allen immediately started laughing. He seemed thrilled. Finally, it was my turn. "Yoy ready?" Jonny asked. "Yes," I slowly said. "Great." He put out his hand. I stuck my straw into it and snorted some.
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12-15-2006, 01:47 PM
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^You must understand that they're twelve in this update. This is just introducing the basic storyline. We've have another 9 years, plus some stuff in his early childhood to get through first.
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12-18-2006, 01:33 PM
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Christmas 2 years later (8th grade)
A gentle tune filled my once silent bedroom. "That's weird..." I sat up and rubbed my eyes. The music seemed to be getting louder. "What the... what time is it?!" I violently grabbed my clock. 6:30. "Ah! What the fuck? Dad? Dad?!" He didn't answer, and the music kept playing. "Argh... fuck this!" I quickly threw on a pair of boxers and ran downstairs. I wasn't even wearing a shirt. "DAD? DAD SHUT THAT SHIT OFF! IT'S FUCKING CHRISTMAS, AND WE-" I froze. Sitting in the living room was my dad, my aunt and her husband, and their four daughters. The were only three, four, and five. The five-year-olds were twins. At the sight of me, Jenna, the three-year-old, began to cry. "Shit," I mumbled. I looked down. My boxers were hanging dangerously low, practically exposing me to the world. "Go upstairs," my dad whispered. I silently obeyed. Upstairs, me dad pulled me into my bedroom. I sat on my bed. He had been sober for six months, and hadn't hit me for three. I didn't want it to end. "What happened?" I looked down at me bed. "I didn't know they were coming," I answered. "And why is that?" I didn't say anything. "You know," he shook his head. "I get sober, and my son starts using. I'm thinking about sending you into recovery." Beads of sweat starting appearing on my forehed. "I don't know what you're talking about." It amazed me how easily that lie came out. He sighed. "You came home at 11:00 last night. When you walked into the door, you went straight to bed. I thought I'd check on you." "Dad..." "You couldn't even talk!" The beads off sweat started pouring down my face. I could feel my heart beating. "Do you remember?" I slowly shook my head. He nodded. "Not surprising. I just want you to know that it's gone. All of it. Stay in here for today. Tomorow, I'll figure out what to do with you." An eerie silence filled me bedroom. I had never felt so scared and ashamed. I wanted to throw up, but I hadn't eaten yet. "Son?" "Yeah dad?" "I love you." My bedroom door slammed shut.
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