Josh is screwed
I wake up to my mom yelling from my bathroom. Shit! She found out!! I'm so fucked!
"Joshua Ramsay! Why is your mirror broken?!"
I gulp, "I dunno..."
Mom looks at me, "Are you okay?"
What the fuck?
I nod, as I rub the scab on my wrist. She looms around my bathroom, and I'm praying to whatever deity that exists, that she won't find my heroin!!
"JOSHUA RAMSAY! What the FUCK IS THIS?!" she screams as she holds up my used needles, and my bag of heroin.
"Joshua! You're using?!"
I stand there, numb.
She fucking knows.
"I'm calling the police! If you don't get clean, you're on your own!" She screams.
Mom storms out of the room. And I dig through my bathroom, looking for a razor blade.
I feel the cool metal in my hand, and drag the razor across my wrists.
I fuckin' hate my life...
Hi! Here's ch 13! Please R&R! Xo Jules