I can't feel anything whatsoever, OxyContin does that, ya know? People say it's the pill form of herion, but I beg to differ. Bad people do herion; people who are completely out of control. Me? I am in complete control, of my mind of course. I honestly have no idea what my body is doing. I'm at a party, I think it was Chelsea Hill's? I don't know, that doesn't matter. I'm completely worn out, I really want to go to sleep. I'm stumbling around with my eyes closed and I'm bump into someone, I can immediately tell it's a guy, he has insane muscles.
"Hey, are you alright?" I look up to meet his eyes, they're incredibly brown, he looks like a puppy. I mumble a 'yeah I'm fine' and walk past him, to my suprise he grabs my wrist and pulls me against his chest. He is really tall and he smells really good, like vanilla. I look up to him to find him smiling a huge dimpled smile and he has a sparkle in his eyes and I can tell he won't harm me.
"Dance with me?" He asks and I can't help but say yes, when I do his smile gets even wider. He pulls me into the room where a bunch of sweaty teenagers are grinding and dancing on each other, some are practically naked. He turns me around and puts his hands on my waist and my hips move to the beat, I can feel his hot breath on my neck as he guides my hand to the back of his neck, he starts nibbling on my neck and in a whisper says "you know, I never got your name." It takes me a second to decipher what he said but when I do I turn around while his hands are still on my waist and I pull his face close to mine, our lips brushing, "Addison" I say then I kiss him, hard.
Kissing him was passionate to say the least, it got very heated very quickly. I could taste the voldka on his lips, he tasted so sweet. He bit my lip and pulled away to look at me, I knew then he felt it, it sounds cliche but there were sparks. His eyes were filled with wonder, curiosity, and most prominent lust. I wanted to go home with him, but I didn't at the same time. I don't want him to think I'm some slut, I don't know why but I wanted him to see me, the real me; not this oxy'd out girl that was grinding on him before.
"Want to go to my place, watch a movie or something? I wanna get out of here, but I don't want to leave you." He said nervously, but when he saw me nod that huge smile was back once again. He led me outside to his white jeep and opened the door for me 'what a gentleman' I thought to myself. I hopped in and he got in in the drivers seat and drove off, the last thing I remember was him intertwining our fingers before I fell asleep.
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Oxymoron or OxyContin?(on hold)
RomanceDrug addicted and alone, maybe all she needs is a reminder of who she was before the accident.
