addicted [h.s]

10

The way Harry talks is one of the most frustrating yet best things I've ever experienced.

I mean, as we sit here during group session and he begins to share I can't help but realize how slow his tinted pink lips round to say the words he wants, taking longer than anyone else to speak as he pauses several times, seeming as if there's an overload of thoughts within his mind and he doesn't know which ones he wants to relinquish to us.

"Thank you for that Harry." Jared says once he's finally finished, and then everyone's looking at me to share.

I cough a little before beginning to speak, "so I guess it was six months or so ago when I first smoked marijuana, and it was the most relaxed and happy I'd ever felt in my entire life."

I think back to the exact moment, my first inhaling and coiling back out of the smoke which gave me my first high, at least sort of.

"Am I supposed to feel something?" I ask Jake as my leg shakes up and down vigorously, already feeling paranoid from the fact that I just smoked marijuana, and I know for a fact that if my mother and father ever found out they would kill me.

Jake sort of laughs with a smug grin on his face, "it's your first time, don't go pissing yourself if you don't feel it just yet."

"It's just-" I start off, my head buzzing with guilt. "The fact that I went against the trust of my parents could have at least resulted in me getting a high!" I say, voice becoming higher with each word, anger for some reason now becoming me.

"We could do some cocaine I have some leftover from my dealer?" Jake offers easily.

"Yeah, whatever, I just need to feel something." I let out an exasperated sigh, watching as Jake pulls out the drawer from his bedside table and pulls out a bag of what looks like white powder.

"You're going to be feeling something once you take one hit of this babe, trust me." Jake tells me as he pours a little of it out onto the bedside table, using his credit card to make four lines of the drug. I almost tell him I've changed my mind but then he's handing me rolled up paper, instructing me on how to just simply breathe in the drug through my nostril.

My heart pounds as I lean over the table, moving my hair from my face as I position myself above the white crystals, breathing a line in harshly just how he taught me to.

My head falls back as I automatically feel my body not become my own, the sensation of the drug taking everything away from me that I once had, yet giving me what I'd always wanted.

"Luna?" Jared's voice pulls me back from my flashback, and everyone around the circle is waiting for me to continue what I was saying.

"Sorry." I pause, remembering where I left off. "So I tried marijuana, and that same night I did cocaine. I think what I liked most about it was that it took me away from what my life was, and after that I became addicted to what my actual life wasn't, living in a fantasy was what became of me until I was sent here instead of jail, and I guess I'm thankful that reality got shoved in my face after all that time."

"I'm happy we have shown you the light, Luna." Jared nods his head slowly, and I give him a fake smile as if I appreciate what he's saying, I even throw in a thank you for extra brownie points.

Out of the corner of my eye I see Harry biting his lip to hold in a laugh, and I'm barely able to hold back even smiling myself.

Once Jared has moved around the circle group session ends and then I'm actually thankful, standing up and making way over to Harry who grins at me

"I'm happy we have shown you the light." He says before laughing with humor in his eyes, dimples carving into his cheeks further than I've ever seen them.

"You waited all of group session just to say that, didn't you?" I say, already knowing that's exactly what he did.

"Of course I did." He laughs some more, clearly finding the whole situation quite humorous.

I roll my eyes at him, "you're such a loser."

"But I'm your loser."

I shove him on his arm, "you're just proving my point."

Harry shrugs, not arguing or agreeing really, just standing there with his hands in his pockets as he shifts forwards and back on his heels, looking at me as if he's waiting for something smart to leave my mouth.

When he remains silent I laugh,"are you a deaf mute?"

When he doesn't say anything I raise an eyebrow at him, "are we playing the quiet game?" I ask. "Because I will beat your ass if it takes me all day to do it."

Harry grins and shakes his head, "this is me thinking about how much weed we are about to smoke."

"Are you being serious?" When he nods I instantly feel like the animal that's been caged in this place and is about to be fed.

And suddenly my day becomes so much better.

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there's going to be occasional flashbacks in this story just for the heads up

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