In the first person of Jack...Failed Youth. This could possibly lead onto something else, anyone wanna guess what? :P
I stood up, fumbling around, everything a blur. A shrouded haze covered my eyesight and everybody’s faces looked like a work of Picasso. The colours were vibrant, shooting out the walls at me, painting’s on each wall screaming. There were four of us in the room, two of them – Jay and Lucy, both in their early 20’s – were fucking on the floor. Confusing seeing as there was a perfectly good bed right there. The other, Freddy, was a long haired scene lad – about 19. You wouldn’t think it if you looked at him though. Meth addiction, messed his face right up. His eye’s glared about the room like a hawk, his pupils like bowling balls in a murky green ocean surrounded by a egg white blob he called his eye, with tiny canals running up and down, left and right.
He put the joint between his lips and took a toke. Sucking in once, the smoke entered him, sucking again, it filled his lungs. The little embers on the end burnt away red and orange, as bright as the ripped purple wallpaper like a scar in the wall. The dusty orange bricks behind it showed from the dilapidation of this house through years of misuse as a great party crib and crash pad. It was huge, an abandoned mansion. The old guy who had lived here died years ago, and the kids trashed the place and then no one seemed to come back for it. The police didn’t care really, they showed up now and then but they realised nothing they could do would result in anything but spreading out the trouble onto the streets.
Freddy passed me the joint and I took the roach between my finger and thumb. He’d bummed it, the cunt. His wet lips had soggied the paper to the point the orange and cream outline of a train ticket could be seen. Oh well, the state I was in I didn’t really give two shits.
I put the bummed joint in between my lips and did the same as Freddy, this time I could feel it. I tasted the unmistakeable taste as it reached my blood stream and flooded through my brain in all it’s smokey glory. Everything was great. I smiled, showing my grinning teeth to everyone in the room. A line of chop was present on the top of a broken TV. Handing the ganja back to Freddy, I knelt over and picked up one of the chopped up straws that had been left there by some generous soul. I snorted it up, straight up, into my nose. The little bits of cocaine seeped into the skin, giving the familiar feeling as my brain buzzed into action. My heart raced, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang. I don’t even know what I’d taken tonight, probably a good mix. All I knew I hadn’t taken was H, because I could feel the craving building up inside me already. It was a pain in the arse but it was fucking gold. I didn’t do it that much, otherwise it seriously fucks you up.
But hey, shooting up once every two days when your a rockstar practically makes you mother fucking Teresa, huh?
I walked over to the doors, nodding to the horny pair and finally to Freddy I walked out into the main hall. It was massive. Two parallel staircases ran down to the bottom floor of it, and a balcony looked out. There was a corridor going down to my left and to my right, each with different rooms filled with druggies or fucking couples. Outside here, it was just as packed. Some remix of a Stephanie Fierce song was playing, and it was actually half decent. Good to rave to anyway. A horde of stoned slag’s came rushing over, I kissed one of them on the lips and she locked eyes with me. I looked at her, and she winked. Taking me by the hand she ran down the corridor, bursting through one of the doors into a bathroom. A couple were already in the shower, so we took the bath instead.
Mother fucking Teresa.
