Wren (adetunedradio) wrote in togetherasfools, @ 2013-03-21 22:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | *incomplete, [at] skittles, [with] grayson wood |
CHARACTERS: Grayson Wood & Kelley Madley
SETTING: Side-street/alley somewhere near Skittles
DATE: Thurs 21st March
SUMMARY: A questionable state after ingesting questionable things
Despite the fact that Kelley still used, getting through the day on a combination of uppers, downers and things in between that made the world seem softer and rosy, he was still functional. He still went to work and the things he did weren't focused around drug use, although he did feel anxious when he knew he didn't have any meds around if he needed them. Functional he might have been, but stable he wasn't. He'd always felt that there was still something between his ex boyfriend and himself regardless of how they'd ended, and he hadn't expected anything when he'd turned eighteen, not when the break up was still so new and raw. He'd still thought somewhere in the back of his mind that he'd get some kind of acknowledgement on his nineteenth though; he hadn't received anything, not even a message to say that he was still dumped. He had no family, not with a mother who'd disowned him and a father who wasn't, but that had never mattered when he'd had the family he'd made from his boyfriend. It was a stupid thing, being upset over no one noticing his birthday, but it wasn't as much that as it was the fact that he suddenly felt his loneliness acutely.
That had pushed him into depression which had him searching for something to make him feel good which ended up with him lurking around outside Skittles for someone who could help him out. He'd run out of everything on his actual birthday and by the time Thursday rolled around he was desperate. He could have looked shifty standing at the mouth of the alley, shivering with more than the cold and all huddled up into a thin black hoodie and jeans, but he had such a nondescript face and was so small and unnoticeable that he was simply that - unnoticed.
He sagged in relief when he saw the dealer appear, not the usual witch he usually bought from, but any port in a storm. He'd barely pushed his money (and a lot of it there was, he wouldn't be able to afford to eat properly until his next pay day) into the woman's hand before he was grabbing at the little packet of brightly coloured jelly tabs and pushing four into his mouth at once; it was a little too much for one go, but it wasn't as though he hadn't built up a tolerance for the stuff. He sighed in what was almost a sob as he felt the coloured drugs hit his system, slumping back against and then slipping down the wall to sit at the bottom, his head lolling back like he couldn't feel his spine anymore.
He completely forgot that he was sitting on the dirty, cold, damp ground in sight of anyone who would walk past and decide to look in. He didn't care that he should be at work or that he could lose his job or that his broken heart was infected and weeping; he was high and it felt good and all that mattered was watching the colours blur and move gently to music that only he could hear.