"What time is it?"
"four-twenty"
"Seriously kid, I'm in a hurry."
The man walks away, disgusted. Hey man, it's always four-twenty on weed day.
I walk to school contemplating what wil happen as the day progresses. I'm hungry already. I'm so baked.
The cars drive by quickly, but I forget that they're there. I walk and the worlds melts away with each note that erupts from my headphones. God, I'm so hungry.
I get to school and a boy buys me food. A bagel with cream cheese. I eat quickly. I even lick the cream cheese packet clean. I'm still hungry. It's all I can think about.
I stare as she walks up. The girl with the blonde hair. She's nice, my friend.
"Are you okay?" She giggles as she asks, knowing exactly why I'm behaving so strangely.
"I'm just really fucking hungry."
Later...
Lunch is the perfect time to go off campus and try random shit. Haha. It doesn't burn, this salvia stuff the weird kid wants me to try. The smoke is thick in my throat but I hold it in just like he told me to. Slowly the world begins to sway back and forth and what I, at first, thought was light-headedness, turns out to be an amazing high. The world tilts too much and I fall over, exhaling and giggling as the white smoke dances above my head.
"I want some more!" says the girl with the blonde hair. She says it over and over again, but no one's listening. I, however, find this exteremly hilarious and giggle uncontrollably for at least 15 minutes.
I turn my head quickly, too quickly, and I fall to the earth once more. Even though, I wasn't aware I'd even stood up again. Then, all of the sudden, I'm hungry.
After School...
"The Mexican left me a present."
The blonde smiles with delight as I say this, "Coke?" Her eyes glitter, knowing she's getting high again today for free.
We walk to the emty park and sit at my table. Underneath my tree. I emty the contents of the tiny ziplock and create four thick lines with an I.D. card. The blonde is surprised at the size of them.
"I know your used to little bitch lines my love, so if you can't handle it..."
"No!! I totally can!"
I smile as she does her two and I do mine. Slowly the left side of my face and my throat becomes numb. And the only negative feeling is the drips that quickly pass. I quickly walk to my parents house and sit in my room.
I quickly bore of the nothingness of the house I'm forced to live in. I take an Exacto-Knife and cut at my arm a few times. Not because I'm emo, but because I'm bored, and, at this point in the day, I can't really feel it. I cut and cut at different parts of my body until I bore again. Which doesn't take long. But, even though the coke should kkeep me from feeling so...
I'm hungry... |
Submission Name: The Hunger
