Home at last, but what happens when a stranger shows up?
Right now, though, I'm sitting on the couch (like always; this city is a little dull). It's about 7:30 pm and mom left about an hour ago. While I ponder over what remains of my "stash" -such a funny word, but I couldn't ever think of anything better to call it- the buzzer rings from outside.
"Yeah," I respond through the speaker.
"You have a visitor. Is it alright to let him up?"
The man at the front desk's voice is horribly obnoxious, so I respond with a quick "Yes". Within about two minutes there's a knock on my door.
I walk over and look through the peep hole. I don't recognize the man standing there, but he doesn't look threatening. His black hair hangs over his forehead and hazel eyes peer patiently at the wooden door. I open it and I can see him trying to find words to explain why he would come /here/. Surely there's a better place to go.
"Um, hi Christina," he says in a low voice, obviously a bit shy.
I look at him, a bit confused.
"Hi," I manage, still racking my brain, trying to figure out if I knew him or not.
"I, uh, I know you don't remember me, but we went to high school together."
I knew there was something vaguely familiar about him. However, I still didn't recall his name.
"I'm Gerard. I was in your art class senior year."
A HA! That's where I know him from!
"Oh, well, okay then," I say, "and why, just out of sheer curiousity, would you come to find me?"
He tries to think of sensible reason, but I see he's struggling.
"Well, I-," he begins, "actually, I ran into your mother the other day."
Oh shit, here we go...
"She told me you had been having a few issues. Ya know what, I really don't know why I decided to come here. I guess I just always kinda liked you and when I heard you had been in the hospital, I wanted to find you."
Fair enough, I suppose. Still a bit odd.
I invited him in and we sat on the couch. I tried my best to hide everything so, just in case he saw mom again, he wouldn't tell her what I had been doing.
We talked about high school, about what we had been doing since then and I even told him about Kyle and the blonde chick, and then the magnificent hospital stay. Those nurses were bitches. I thought they were supposed to be pleasant, but when you're in there for substance abuse issues, they treat you like dirt. I fucking hated it.
The night wore on and by the time he left, I was too exhausted to bother shooting up. I offered to let him visit again the next day and we would go to lunch. Though I hardly knew him, something felt right. Maybe he could be the answer I was looking for...
/Yeah, so everything seems to be looking up rather quickly. Don't worry, it's not gonna be daisies and peaches just yet! Lemme know what you think!/