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Starts With A Needle
Step four
I had convinced myself that Sarah had just been messing with me. The guy was what, twelve years older then me? I shook my head at the fact I had even considered it. He really was like a brother. And when we go don't blame us, yeah. We let the fires-- "Yello?" I yelled into my cell. The microphone was really bad.
"Yeah um--" A male voice started.
"Whoever you are, lemme call you back on my home phone 'kay?" I said before hanging up. I looked at the number and dialed it, not caring that it was an unknown number. I began to turn down Sleep by My Chem while it dialed, at it was just quiet enough to not be obnoxious. "Yeah, so who is this exactly?" I asked flat out.
"It's...um, Josh." My heart stopped, but my blood boiled.
"How did you get my number?" I spat, not trying to hide the venom in my voice.
"Well I wanted to call and apologize--"
"You know what? You're a douche! You can't make someone's life hell, and then just call like a total creeper. Since I suddenly have the courage to say it; Fuck. You!" I screamed, hanging up. I fell onto my bed, thankful I was home alone. Once I realized that I had actually done something like that, a panic started to set in. As I was laying there, I finally started to drift off, and had my first dream in years.
~*~*~
The first thing I did in the morning was call Dr. Snow. The fact that I was dead for a while kept creeping back into my head. He calmed me down after a while, telling me I could visit him at the clinic after school if I was still worried. I noticed how late I was, and pulled on whatever I found. I combed through my hair with my fingers, deciding at the last possible moment to grab my black beret.
I slipped it over my hair, and adjusted my glasses before pulling open the door. I came face to face with none other then Josh. I stood my ground and glared at him, before he looked down with a hint ofguilt in his eyes. No, there's no way a guy like him would ever feel guilty about anything.
I sidestepped him, and walked away swiftly, music in hand. As always. I went over to Sarah's locker, and we did our usual meet up thing. Which was head banging. For some reason, when I was dancing...I didn't feel self conscious. With the addition of music, it felt like we were in our own little world. Nothing could touch us there.
Not even Josh.
"Yeah um--" A male voice started.
"Whoever you are, lemme call you back on my home phone 'kay?" I said before hanging up. I looked at the number and dialed it, not caring that it was an unknown number. I began to turn down Sleep by My Chem while it dialed, at it was just quiet enough to not be obnoxious. "Yeah, so who is this exactly?" I asked flat out.
"It's...um, Josh." My heart stopped, but my blood boiled.
"How did you get my number?" I spat, not trying to hide the venom in my voice.
"Well I wanted to call and apologize--"
"You know what? You're a douche! You can't make someone's life hell, and then just call like a total creeper. Since I suddenly have the courage to say it; Fuck. You!" I screamed, hanging up. I fell onto my bed, thankful I was home alone. Once I realized that I had actually done something like that, a panic started to set in. As I was laying there, I finally started to drift off, and had my first dream in years.
~*~*~
The first thing I did in the morning was call Dr. Snow. The fact that I was dead for a while kept creeping back into my head. He calmed me down after a while, telling me I could visit him at the clinic after school if I was still worried. I noticed how late I was, and pulled on whatever I found. I combed through my hair with my fingers, deciding at the last possible moment to grab my black beret.
I slipped it over my hair, and adjusted my glasses before pulling open the door. I came face to face with none other then Josh. I stood my ground and glared at him, before he looked down with a hint ofguilt in his eyes. No, there's no way a guy like him would ever feel guilty about anything.
I sidestepped him, and walked away swiftly, music in hand. As always. I went over to Sarah's locker, and we did our usual meet up thing. Which was head banging. For some reason, when I was dancing...I didn't feel self conscious. With the addition of music, it felt like we were in our own little world. Nothing could touch us there.
Not even Josh.