I'm addicted to the misery in my head...

Haha yeah long time no post, I'll try to keep with this one be patient I have GSCEs going on at the moment XD

Enjoy.

The streets were empty and silent with an ominous feeling in the air.  She sat on the roof overlooking the place she grew up.  The place she once called home.  But now this was the place where many horrid memories would haunt her forever.  She sat there in the wind with her jet black hair falling into her eyes wondering where it all went wrong.

“Come on, we need these or I’m gonna die!”  Hissed Brian, grabbing my hand roughly and dragging me out the flat and down the stairs.  He’d been off the drugs for a week now and his withdrawal symptoms were getting worse.  I told him that I was doing the same as him but I was a compulsive liar, I knew he has his suspicions about why I was fine and he felt like dying but he never confronted me about it.  Yesterday he decided to start taking again and I had no choice but to go along with him. 

We climbed in my car and set off full speed to the backstreets of London, I didn’t like coming here, but we had to it was the only way to get our drugs for a reasonable price.  Once we arrived at our destination we ran up the stairs making no eye contact with anyone around us ignoring the sneers and people pointing at us.  Brian beat me to the door and did the ‘special’ knock which was opened immediately by the familiar tall, lanky and extensively tattooed man that went by the name of The Rev.  As soon as he saw me he raised an eyebrow, considering I only came here three days ago I would have done the same thing if I was in his position.

“Back so soon?”  Sneered The Rev but holding the door wide open and gesturing for us to come in.  I glared at him as we walked past hoping he’ll take the hint of not to say anything but the only response was a wink and a hand trailing down my side causing me to shudder in disgust.  I walked in the room with my head held high and taking a seat in the small red chair and curling up in it waiting for Brian to get what he needed so we could get out of this place.  Once Brian was ready he walked over to me holding a huge see through plastic bag which was more than half way full.

“The Rev said it’s a welcome back donation, and he knocked off half the price.”  Brian said looked dazed but with a satisfied grin on his face.  I looked over at The Rev and raised my eyebrows at him and glanced at the extra large bag he’d given Bri, realising what I was getting at he raised to twenties and fanned himself with him.  Those twenties were mine from my jacket pocket.  Dickhead, I glared at him looking around for Brian but he’d already made his way down to the car, glaring at ‘The Rev’ I walked out the flat slamming the door behind me with such force the frame shook and something smashed inside.  Whatever he does I can do a lot worse.