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"Fuck. Ah... fuck fuck fuck. What is this shit? Fuck this bitch. Ah... ow."
"Dude!" Jonny stopped walking. At the sight of me, he burst out laughing. "You... you... oh my God!" He grabbed his sides as tears ran down his face. "You're hair and... you talk to yourself and... shit I love you man!"
"Yeah, um... just uh, j-just give it to me, k? I uh..." I froze, trying to get my voice to stop shaking. "I'm not, uh, I-i'm not doing good."
"Whoa." He stopped laughing. "Dude, you sound fucking awful. What's wrong?"
"What's wrong? I'm going threw withdrawl, that's what's wrong!" I clenched my hands in a fist, desperately trying not to punch Jonny. "Look man, just fucking give it to me!" My heart was pounding. Anger seared through me.
"Ok ok, it's right here. Chill." He pulled out a blue bag. "This should last you a few days. If you need more, just ask. I can get it for you. Blood brothers, right?" He held up his fist. Saying blood brothers was just another way of saying we'd always be there for each other.
"Blood brothers," I weakly mumbled. Our fists met.
"Yeah so, you wanna come over to my place? My bro and our cousins bought pizza, and my parents aren't home. You could use in the bathroom, and then come out and have lunch."
"Uh, no, i'd rather not. I think i'm gonna go home and try to straighten things out with my dad. You know, I kind of miss the days he was, uh, drinking. He was so clueless, ya know?"
"Yeah," Jonny said.
"Why arent your parents home?"
"You know my parents..."
"Yeah. So uh, see ya later?"
"Sure. Bye man." He bagan walking home. Relieved, i poured some of the powdery substance into my palm. I took out the straw, rested it on my palm, and breathed.
"Not...working..." I poured out more. By now, the bag was almost half gone. In an instant i snorted all of it. "Better," I whispered. I had never used so much before. "Much better."
I began walking home.
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