If god is real then I hope when he denies me the entrance to go through the gates of heaven (if there is a heaven), I will demand him to explain to me why my life is the way it is. And maybe finally the anger inside me will subside and I can sigh in relief.
My skin was layered with oil and sweat. As always I, Luna have had another nights sweat, side effect of drugs, side effect of dying. As I got up to look at myself in the mirror I was debating weather to wash my face or take a shower. I have no clean towels, maybe later.
At exactly 3:45 am Olly calls me. What a dweeb, probably asking for another favor, but hey id do it, I needed the money. Then nearly noon, a harsh banging on the door had startled me however I still moved towards it and what I find on the other side is Olly. Leather jacket with a white shirt underneath, dark brown hair swopped to the side and black ray bans place gentley on the bridge of his nose, oh and of course the cigarette placed between his lips.
"What are you doing here?" I ask.
"I need a favor. You gonna let me in?" I move to the side and let him enter.
"Listen I know your probably busy master-bating and doing drugs but, my boss has offered me deal that is impossible to give up." Im trying to read his face to see where he's going but damn Olly and his useful poker face skills. "first of all you're the one fucking anything with a pulse like a fucking rabbit, but I'm listening."Im beginning to give in.
"We need to make a huge shipment to one of his highest paying costumer." After the words come out of his mouth he sighs in relief and looks at me with questioning eyes."Hold on a minute 'we'? I haven't agreed to anything." Thank god I'm not high.
"Ah yes let me explain. If 'we' do this together you will receive half of 50 thousand dollars, and that is just for this one shipment, imagine how reliable we will seem to my boss. I trust him letting us handle more bargains, totaling into even more money than we can handle." Trying to soak up all this information I realize it would be stupid of me to give it up, but something deep inside me know that there must be a catch to this seemingly simple task. "Such a simple task and so much money it seems strange. Whats the catch?"I ask.
"Oh!" he starts laughing. Whats so funny? "Thats the best part!" he continues. "There is no catch!" I pause for a moment trying to contemplate weather this is a good idea. "I'll do it." I say after all Olly is my friend he would do anything too terrifying. Or would he?
"All right cool. Start packing we leave at 7 am." he finishes and before leaving through the door he throws a pack of cigarets on the living room table. What an honorable friend Olly is.
Its around 7 am and Ive had quite some time to think about this plan. I realize I have no knowledge of the exact details. I am so stupid, what am I doing, and most importantly why am I doing this to myself, get it together Luna.
I hear a car honk outside, and immediately I know its Olly. I grab all of my luggage and place it all in the trunk of his car. Strapping myself secure in the passenger seat, I begin to ask Olly tons of questions on the plan and how it should be safe. He senses the worry in my tone and assures me that everything will be fine.
"Who is your bosses number one customer anyway?" I ask sipping my coffee.
"Harry Styles." I choke on my coffee from the astonishment. "What the fuck? Harry styles as in from one direction?" I recover and am able to produce words once again props to me.
"Yup thats the one. Fucker, isn't such a goody two shoes after all, ha, god fan girls are so gullible, imagine if they ever found out, if anyone found out, he would be over." Olly continues to attack the poor British boy. All I can think to myself is why he does it. I mean, people don't just do drugs for the hell of it, even if they think they do theres always something deeper there, something that imprinted on them and fucked them up even the slightest bit. Poor british boy.
"Where are we supposed to drop off the drugs?" Hopefully it not some gehtto area were we can possibly get shot.
"Pixley. Theres a house there where we are supposed to meet him." Oh great lets meet the womanizer in the middle of no where, even better. Its been two hours on the road and my mind is floating adrift.
"Luna wake up!" I am woken up by Olly shouting at me and shaking me franticly. "ugh,what time is it?"
"Almost 11:30. Hurry up and get up, we must move quickly we have a lot of stuff to unpack. Get up and help me unload." I help Olly unload the boxes which had the substance in them, oddly enough they are quite heavy.
"Jesus, how much did he order?" I grunt setting the package down in the small room. Im guessing this is a bedroom.
"A lot. From my knowledge he doesn't just order or himself he shares it with other celebrities."
"Why? Doesn't he know that if he ever gets caught they would all turn they're backs on him in order to keep their precious fans and reputation?"
"Of course he does but that question my darling, is a question he must only know the answer to."
Its been hours since we've got here and Olly keeps repeating that I must be patient or he'll be here soon. This place gives me the creeps, and it smells like death. Harry probably thinks because he's some rich high tech celebrity that he is above us therefore, he can keep us waiting like dogs, boy am I going to give him a piece of my mind when his ass arrives.
I check the time and its almost 1 am, the moon is looks beautiful through the sheer curtains. All i can think is how better things would be if I was high right now. Maybe Olly can join me and we can both pass time together. I get up from the couch and head towards the room where my backpack rests. Before I know it, I'm placing the blunt between my parted lips and passing it across my chest and handing it to Olly. The room is filled with our smoke and the only light we have is a small bedside lamp. Maybe I'm not thinking straight but life is so much better when your on drugs, and I just hate how some people do drugs on the side for example, Olly. Then there was me, doing drugs because it is the closest thing to glue and perhaps maybe I thought my life just needed a bit of assistance.
I hear a door bell. "Finally" I say as I jump up and run to the door.
"Luna wait," Olly shouts but its too late. Ive already opened the door and these men wearing large black hoodies and black booties forcefully shove me away from the door. They barge in the house and start speaking Spanish. They argue back and forth. I have a giant gash on my right leg from when i was pushed near the coffee table. It burns.
Olly comes out of the room with his hands up. He asks for their names. Unfortunately Olly isn't very good with people. The men attack him. They beat him up brutally. I can hear everything and i feel so useless because i can't get up my back hurts from the fall and my leg hurts. Everything hurts.
"Olly!" I scream. Then the cop comes out with olly in front of him and olly's arms are handcuffed behind him, his eyes bright red and his face is sweaty he looks so calm, it's confusing. "Wait! What are you doing to him!" I yell towards the cops but all they do is ignore me. Im crying my eyes out screaming at the cops and banging on the car door before they Olly off. I enter the house again and men in jackets are scattered they're putting in all the drugs in blue bags. They're wearing gloves and oh so carefully raid through all of the cabinets and the fridge. They aren't even paying attention to me are they not arresting me? "Hello excuse me what is going on why are you doing this?" I probably look like a mad woman shouting at the officers hoping one of them would respond. But they don't. None of them do.
No. No. No. NO. NO. This isn't happening. None of this is real. This isn't happening.Im not here.
