The Currents You Create

Jetsam

KYLE

"When you can stop, you don't want to, and when you want to stop, you can't."~ Luke Davies

"So I run now to the things they said could restore me- restore life the way it should be.

I'm waiting for this cough syrup to come down, One more spoon of cough syrup now, whoa."~Cough Syrup, Young the Giant

"Kyle?" 

I looked up crazed. Will cautiously inched toward me through the near pitch back bed room. 

"I di- I didn't do it."

I looked back to the same fresh needle full of heroin. 

"I need help. I don't know what's going on- I am experiencing things that can't be real. I need this to stop."

I closed my eyes in a vain attempt to shut out all the things my opium deprived brain was creating. I wiped the sweat off my brow and blinked several times. 

"Hey, Kyle, it's okay. We're gonna get you some help. When was the last time you used? How much did you use?"

It took me a while to understand what he was asking. 

"Yesterday- I think. I can't remember how much."

"Okay, let's get you packed. Okay?"

He began to look through my closet. 

"What? Where are we going? I don't understand."

"Just trust me, Kyle. You'll thank me once it's over," he spoke as he shoved a few t-shirts into one of my back-packs.

EMMA

"I watched you die
I heard you cry every night in your sleep
I was so young
You should have known better than to lean on me
You never thought of anyone else
You just saw your pain"~Because of You, Kelly Clarkson

On my way back from the doctor's office my mind raced. I wondered if I should even bother telling my mom anything for fear it would push her too far into her depression. 

As I began unlocking the front door to my mom's house, my phone rang. I shoved it between my cheek and shoulder.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Emma. It's Mike. I just wanted to let you know that your shift for tomorrow has been changed to-"

"Hi, Mike," I interrupted as I was still trying to unlock the door. I was starting to get rather agitated. "I should probably tell you that I can't make it. Um, I've just had a hellacious month and I need some more time off work."

"Excuse me? What do you mean you can't make it? You've had more than a month off. No one gets Christmas vacations like that." He spat.

His saucy attitude made my anger sail. It was the last straw and that's when I snapped. I regret that it had to be Mike that experienced my melt down. He was over all a tolerable guy and we got along well until that day. If I saw him today he probably wouldn't want anything to do with someone as psycho as the woman I was.

I practically kicked the door in due to my anger and stormed in to the living room.

"I have had second to worst, if not the worst, month of my life since I saw you. My dad died, my mom stopped talking to me, I found out I have cancer, and-to top it off with syrup and a double serving of cherries-I found out that I'm pregnant from some limey who thought he was entitled to my body even though I wanted none of him. Okay? So I don't give a shit if you think my, quote, Christmas vacation, unquote, was just too much for me. You told me I was your hardest working employee and you would never want to lose me, but you just did. Consider this my resignation, you POS."