Divergent High

Segment 48

I rush into an empty alleyway and take the bag from my pocket. I place two pills into my hand and hold them up to my face. I crave them so bad. I want them so bad. I hold the pills beneath my nose, smelling the sweet sugary scent.

~~~FLASHBACK~~~
My mascara ran down my face as I bent over the toilet and vomitted. Repeatedly. When I was done I let out a wail like a child's who stubbed their toe. My head hurts so much and I can't help how much I need the drug right now. Meagan bursts through the bathroom door and gasps.

"Betrice! What happened?" She cries as I throw up again.

"I don't know. I don't know what's happening to me. I am constantly hungry, I am dehydrated, nauseous, I have a head ache, I keep vomitting, I keep sweating and I feel like shit." I take a big bite out of  hamburger and ferocously finish it off while Meagan watches, wide eyed.  

I take out another F.A.M.F ad swallow it, the pain sllightly going away. 

"You're on drugs when you're sick! You have to stop!" Meagan tries to take the drugs from me but I bite her hand. I don't know why I bit her hand but she screams and blood gushes from the bite mark.

"What the fuck?" She howls.

"I'm sorry. Just stay away from me. I shouldn't have called you." I turn back to my massive food pile by the toilet. 

"I'm not leaving you. This seems to be a drug overdose. It's not good for you Tris. Tmorrow is your birthday. Try to stop using them for now so you can have a nice birthday at least." She pleads with me.

"Fine." I sigh. "Just until my birthday."

Meagan begins to call everyone we know who is using F.A.M.F but no one picks up. The only person who does is Phil. I don't even know how she had Phil's number. We only met him once or twice. Meagan puts the phone on speaker.

"Phil?"

"Yeah. Who is this?" His voice sounds slow.

"Meagan. How are you feeling after taking those drugs?" Meagan asks.

"Not well. I've been vomitting and all this shit." He groans.

"Okay thanks. Bye." She hangs up and gives me an 'I told you so' look. I smile slightly before vomitting again.

~~~PRESENCE~~~
I take the pills away from my face and shove them back in the bag. I grab a lighter that was tossed onto the ground and burn the packet. The very last packet. Now I can finally put the reason of my horrible past in the trash.
Instead of using drugs to get rid of my problems, I should be trying to fix them. All my problems lead to one place. One person. One boy.
With a boost of confidence I march out of the alleyway, adrenaline sparking through me.
With a deep breath I knock on Tobias's door and the shock on his face drains away all of my confidence.