The Secret life of a Pill Popper
It had been a few days since Jake had come over. He walked into the door with a bag of food from Taco Bell. "The fiesta is here me amigo." He said with his best spanish accent. I rolled my eyes and grabbed my food. We both ate, no talking. Then Jake spoke up. "I saw Linda yesterday. She said you too broke up again." I continued eating, not looking up to him. I was not in the mood to face my problems. "Is it true?" He said again. This time he took my burrito from me. I looked up at him and closed my eyes. "It's true." I said as I grabbed my food back. "We broke up because she didn't like how I was living." He chugged down his Coke and looked at me. "You've got to understand man. She cares about you. And living how you do isn't healthy." He knew I wasn't listening. I guess that's why he stopped talking. We sat in silence for a bit more. He got up first and went to my door. "We all care about you. Treating yourself the way you do isn't good." He shut my door and I sat there. Not knowing what to think. I got sad and just looked at my door. I wanted to get up run after him and appologize, but I can't do that. It's too much for me. What if he doesn't want to accept it. What if he just keeps walking. My mind made every choice then quit. I fell to my couch and starred at the ceiling. "Another wasted saturday." I stared for a few more minutes, or so I thought. When I looked at my clock it read 4 hours later. I paniced and jumped up. I had missed my time. I reached for my box and pulled out a blue bottle. It was filled with a pill I found at the bus stop. I have no clue what it's called, but I know it makes the pain stop, physical and mental. I swallowed two and made my way to the sink for some water. As I chugged down my glass I sat on my counter top and looked at the phone. "Maybe Jake was right. Maybe Linda does care. Maybe they all do." I grabbed the phone and picked it up. As I got ready to call Linda I stopped. My mind was spacing out. The pills kicked in. I couldn't let her know I started up again. She'd kill me if she knew I took some. I hung up the phone and walked to my bed. I turned on some TV and passed out. I woke up around 4:15 a.m. The pills wore off. So I decided to call her. I grabbed my cell and dialed her number. As it rang a few times I had second thoughts. Maybe noone cares. Maybe it's a lie. The box on my floor seemed to glow. I wanted to rush and pick it up. But I knew I had to call her first. She picked up and sounded asleep. "Yes? Who is it?" I wanted to hang up then and there. But I didn't, I knew it would only make her mad. "It's me Linda." Her voice was groggy. I definately woke her up. "What time is it?" She said as I sat on the couch. "Dear god Dusty. It's 4:20. Why did you call me? Is something the matter?" She sounded worried. I guess Jake was right. "No, nothing is wrong. I just needed a friend to talk to." She sighed and her voice got better. "About what? Did you do something stupid?" I laughed and so did she. "No. I've been thinking. I'm always screwing up US. So I want to make it better. I'll take you to a fancy resturant and order you your favorite dish." I smiled thinking this would make her happy. "Like last time?" She said coldly. "You did this same s**t last month. You called me promised to change and take me out. We end up going to a nice place, then you leave me with the bill cause you spent your cash on a new happier drug." That last comment pushed me over. "Well atleast when I go to do something I don't come back six hours later with a new tatoo!" I could hear her scream. We yelled back and forth for hours. I slammed the phone down and stood up. I was pacing now. She pissed me off way more then anyone I knew. How could she care for me? I thought. How could anyone care for me? Each time I try to be good they bring up things I did that were stupid. Real people don't bring back bad times. They only think of good! I shouted in my mind for another hour. I walked towards my box and opened it up. I had to find the right bottle. The one that calms me down. It was gone! I ransacked the box looking for it. Nothing. It wasn't here. I grabbed several other bottles and downed each one. Hoping to find the green bottle. I ate about 15 different pills and still no green bottle. My stomach began to feel woozy. I knew I was going to throw up. I reached for the pink bottle and ate 4 pills. "The ones that make the flu go away." I said in a state of euphoria. I smiled and my head went back. I was getting tipsy. My brain was screaming that I had taken too many, but I was to happy to care. I looked over at my mirror and fell to the floor. As I blacked out I wondered if Jake was right. Was what I'm doing bad?
March/03/2005 - Copywrite - Zach Baker
