Summary & Author's note: When Edward left, Bella turned to drugs…then he came back. No, it may not be that original of a plot. But screw you, I'm making it great! At least, I'll try. Keep in mind, though, that this is supposed to be from the POV (most of the time) of a drug addict. (Not me, Bella silly!) Drug addiction is a mental illness. Please try not to disrespect anyone in any reviews or whatever? I'd appreciate that a whole lot. Haha.
Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns it all! I'm just stepping into her world and messing with the characters and plot. : P
When he first left, I'll admit, I was a complete mess. I wouldn't eat or talk. I sat around for a week doing nothing. I couldn't even cry – it hurt too much. Naturally, all of my thoughts were about him and his family. Eventually, I went back to school and pretended to be okay. Looking back now, I don't think I did a very good job of pretending.
I rarely watched TV because it reminded me too much of him. But when I did for the first time in weeks, I saw an episode of True Life about drug addicts. While it went against the purpose of the show completely, it gave me an idea. Could drugs help me stop thinking about Edward Cullen?
Well, I was right. Drugs could help me. There wasn't much going on in Forks drug-wise, so I had to go out of town to Port Angeles to really get anywhere. I hung around the mall and saw a few girls around my age smoking cigarettes.
It must have taken me forever to work up the courage to ask. I'm so glad that I did though. They gave me one, and after nearly hacking up a lung, they asked if I had ever smoked before. What did I do? You guessed it. I blushed.
They were chill about it though. They told me not to breathe it in too deeply, before asking why I decided to start. I told them that I simply needed a release, but I didn't go into much detail. It hurt too much to say his name back then. Luckily, they understood.
"Well cigarettes aren't going to do too much for you," the brunette mentioned. "They might ease some stress a little bit, but you'd need way more to really get a release."
The blond nodded in agreement with her friend. "You'd need to get high if you want to start feeling good."
I blushed again, and looked at my feet. "I guess so," I mumbled.
When I looked up, the two girls were grinning mischievously at each other. The blond put out her cigarette and stretched her arm out towards me.
"My name's Taylor," she introduced herself to me.
"Bella." I shook her hand, smiling.
The brunette introduced herself to me as Courtney.
"So we should get going, yeah?" Courtney asked. It took me a moment to realize that both girls were looking at me, waiting for my answer.
Stupidly, I cocked my head to the side in confusion. They laughed at me.
"Have you ever smoked weed before?"
I shook my head no.
The smiles reappeared on Courtney's and Taylor's faces.
"Well then, we'll have you flying high in no time," Courtney laughed...no one else did. "Yeah, bad joke, I know. But really, if you want to, you can come with us. We could fishbowl my car."
I thought for a moment. Of course, I wanted to, but what if we got pulled over? Charlie was a cop. But…not in Port Angeles…right?
I agreed, and the girls linked their arms through mine, leading me towards a dark blue Lexus. Within minutes, we were off, and Taylor was rolling a blunt.
After taking a few hits, Taylor passed the marijuana filled cigar. "Just suck in," she said.
Ten minutes later, and I still felt nothing. Taylor and Courtney, on the other hand…they were gone. When we pulled up to a red light, Taylor dug through her purse and pulled out a small baggie with white powder in it.
That wasn't what I thought it was, was it?
Courtney started giggling. "Come on Taylor! Coke?! Not now. Bella's not even high."
Cocaine. I guess I was right…
"Well then this will help, won't it?" Taylor said.
"No," Courtney said. "It's her first time. Don't make her do something she doesn't want to."
"I want to," I said quietly from the back.
Courtney's eyes widened in the front seat, and Taylor smiled.
"Told you," she said. "I'm getting in the back with Bella. Pull over soon so you can join, okay?"
Without waiting for Courtney to answer, Taylor climbed over the seat, laughing the entire time. She brought the baggie with her.
"Alright Bella," she began to say while rolling up a one dollar bill. "I'm going to form little lines with the coke now. Okay? You put the dollar just in your nostril, it doesn't matter which one, and try to sniff up as much coke as you can. Oh, and your nose may bleed, but it's no big deal. It happens."
She used a razor blade to form 5 lines, using a school book as a flat surface. She did the first one, and the entire line was gone in one sniff.
Taylor pulled over as Courtney handed me the dollar. "Your turn," she said with a smile.
I looked down at the 4 remaining lines and did the same thing that Courtney had done. Still, I barely managed to get half the line. The half that was left I had smeared into more of a blob than a line. Courtney had them so neat and straight…and now this one was crooked and messy. What had I done?
I must have had some funny look on my face, because Taylor laughed as she took in my face. "Not a big deal, Bella. No one gets the entire line the first time, and it never stays perfectly straight."
Before I could respond, I felt the coke coming down the back of my throat, in a liquid form now. I finished my line, and handed Taylor the bill.
Courtney rested her head against the window, enjoying her high. She only moved to snort the next line when Taylor was done. We kept this up for about half an hour, forming more lines, and snorting them. I could completely understand, now, why people did drugs. I had never felt better in my life.
We drove back to the mall and sat in the parking lot until we had sobered up enough for me to go back to Charlie. Apparently their parents knew that they did drugs (though not how many drugs they did) and had stopped caring a while ago.
But Charlie, he's a cop. It would be much harder around him than with most parents.
Finally, I was able to go home. I told Charlie I was tired and that I wanted to go to bed. I think he was too happy that I had finally gone out to really ask questions. I hoped it would always be this easy.
So...this is short. But I don't really care right now! It will get longer, it will get better, whatever. Review this if you think I should continue...?!