American Meth Vol 2: Honour Student
by, 23-May-2014 at 05:57 (1052 Views)
"Where is it? Where is it? WHERE IS IT! WHERE THE FUCK IS IT!?!"
Crashing through drawers and shelves. Checking and rechecking her purse, her pockets, all the places it might have been stashed. And then, the joy and calm of victory washes over her. Her stash was still in the tin on top of the icebox, right where she had left it not 3 hours earlier. Two hits, that's all she needs to set things right. Then the focus comes back and it's time to finish that labwork. A little powder in the glass, a little flame, a little smoke. Hold it down, 1..2..3..4 release. There it is. Just one more now. She's not an addict, not like Jeremy. He wasn't in control, but she is. Just ask her.
She was always in control. right from day one in highschool. She just needed a little help on those long nights. It was a heavy class load, lots of extra credit. She HAD to get into a good school, and she Had to have a scholarship. Daddy was laid off at the mill and Mommy barely made ends meet working down at Captains Diner. Caffeine was good at first, but by midterms she needed a little bit more. Lucky for her Jeremy had just what she needed. Just a little hard white and she could study and cram all night, and still make it to class on time. Life was great. She got into a good school and they would pay for all of it. Classes, books, even her dorm room was covered. all she had to do was keep those grades up. Just like she did in high school.
Life was good. She worked part time on the weekends at a local coffee joint, and Jeremy made enough on the side to always treat her nice, make her feel special. Until that day. Jeremy had been acting a little odd for a few weeks. Maybe he just needs to see me more often. I do spend a lot of time studying. I'll drop in on him tonight after classes are out.
Dingy apartment down town. The smell of a well used lavatory. No wonder he didn't want me to come around, he must be embarrassed by his neighbors. Knock Knock. No answer. Another knock. still nothing. As she turns and starts to walk away, the door creaks open an inch or so. Skeletal face and sunken eyes stare out at her.
"The fuck do you want bitch?"
The question is filters out through black broken teeth. At least that's what they used to be.
"I'm looking for Jeremy, this must be the wrong door, sorry."
The door opens further. Not a skeleton, just the wasted remains of a woman who may have been cute 5 years and 30 pounds ago. Dry hacking coughs as the words come out. "
He's on the couch. I didn't know you were a customer."
One look inside was all she needed. Trash piled up in corners the smell was even worse inside. And there was Jeremy. Eyes wide as dinner plates as he snorted a line off the dingy coffee table. Hey babe. this was the first, and last time she ever saw Jeremy's home. She only saw him one more time later that week. And that was that. No room for addicts in her life. She was going Places.
Six months later. Life was getting hard. The new class load was insane. She was taking 18 credits a week, fuelled by meth, espresso, and sheer willpower.
A few hits to get going in the morning. A line or two, more often two, with lunch. And then a few more hits in the evening to make it through the night. But her grades were holding. That was what mattered.
One spring morning she didn't come to class. Nobody thought much of it. Her professors understood. That poor girl was working herself to the bone. She didn't look good last week. She just needs a few days to rest. We can make an excuse for one of our brightest pupils.
They found her body in an alley near Jeremy's apartment. Massive drug overdose. She had come back because she knew that he always had something for her to buy. What she didn't know was that Jeremy was too high to tell the difference between his products. Her last hit, rather than a good spike of meth, was a hard dose of heroin.
They even took her shoes before dumping her in a rubbish bin.