She watched with a frown on
her face as her brother pulled out from the small diner. She was
worried about him, for he had inhaled too much of the toxin that
he got from her friends. They all got together every Thursday
night, laughing, smoking, talking. It was dark outside, a really
hot summer night. The only light there was, was the putrid yellow
street lamps, and the small glow from the diner. She will not
worry about her brother, she decided. Tonight was her night to
hang with her friends.
She never knew what attracted
her so much to her group of friends. She was the mother of her
group, always cleaning up after them when they vomited, pissed
themselves, or forgot to bathe. They were the stereotypical
potheads, anti social, almost rejects. And they were fine with
that. People would always wonder why she, a fun, loving girl
would hang around such bad influences. Couldn't she do better?
The truth was, she had so much room in her heart that she would
take on the role as a mother with a relieved smile, and for she
knew that she could only keep them safe.
But it hurt, you see, that
the role of 'mother' would always be acquainted with the words
'buzz kill, or 'party pooper'. But not tonight, she vowed. She
will not be the buzz kill tonight.
She saw her brothers' car
turn out of view, and she walked to her group of friends all
sitting in a circle, taking turns inhaling their cancer. She sat
down next to a new guy she didn't know. He was tall, very pretty,
in an old England sort of way. His profound cheek bones were
shadowed, and his irises black as the darkest sea. She looked
around at the group, four boys, one girl. Her best friend was
probably somewhere around here, walking around. She would have to
deal with him later. The girl was sitting between the black
haired boy and the blond. She was giggling up a storm, as the
black haired boy started to light the can.
They made this device where
they took a regular coke can, punched a hole in it, and but the
weed on top, setting it on fire. The smell of the smoke was
intoxicating; bitter. Out of nowhere she heard a female voice
whisper "pass it to me." And she realized it was coming from her.
They were too stoned to be shocked at the request, they just
handed her the can with no care, dripping some of the weed of the
can. The black haired boy reached over and helped her light it,
cupping his hand so the fire would burn her face. She took a deep
breath, and felt the contents invade her virgin throat. She held
it in, and it burned and tickled her tongue. She was directed to
only hold it in for 3 seconds, but it felt so much longer. She
felt the smoke travel her insides, her nasal cannel, deep within
her gut. After what seemed like a life time, she let out her
breath, a trail of smoke came out of her mouth. She felt a calm
she had never experienced before. Everything was
She leaned back against
something she didn't know, and closed her eyes. Was this what she
had missed all her life? She started to drift off into calm, when
someone shook her.
"What are you doing?" her best
friend's voice was saying behind her.
Her best friend never smoked,
did weed, or alcohol. He hated what it did to people, how it made
them act, what it made them do. He was furious with her, she
knew, and he stormed off around the diner, walking in a heated
pace. Her best friend was a big guy, with curly afro-like hair.
He wore thick glasses and had a small, cute nose. His imagination
was amazing, he was a child genius. He could not comprehend why
she did it though.
"I'm sorry!" She ran after
him, completely sobered up. "You don't understand why I have to
do this, why I have to at least try it. I need to see what it's
like for him, why he has to do it, what makes it so
" Your right, I don't
understand. I am furious. You're not like them, I'm very
They circled the diner a
couple of times in complete silence. She wondered if she had made
a mistake. Was her trying to understand her brother worth losing
her best friend? She didn't get why it was such a big deal. She
completely lost her high; she didn't think it was all it was
cracked up to be. Maybe if she could let go, stop worrying and
caring about everything else. Is that the secret to getting a
good high? Leaving your senses behind, and letting whatever
happens to you happen?
About ten minutes later, the
four boys decided to follow them and walk around the diner (the
other girl had left). They stumbled and tripped a few times, but
eventually got their footing. Her best friend was waiting for his
parents to pick him up, so after a few more minutes of silence,
he went to stand at one of the street lamps. The guys swayed
their hips, and sat down on a bench. The new guy looked queasy,
and stood up to where she and her best friend were. He
"I don't feel very good, you
guys." He mumbled, as he started throwing up on her best friend's
foot. He lost his footing and fell on the ground, he moaned as he
did so. He kept on retching for a couple more minutes, and she
was instantly scared. Her brother was somewhere off driving, she
needed him to turn around and pick her up. Something wasn't
right, she thought. She watched as the boy kept vomiting, she
looked over at her friend who had a look of pure discuss all over
his face, and somewhat concern.
She picked up her phone and
dialed her brother's number.
"Hello? Brother? Someone's
sick, and I'm scared, can you please come and pick me up?" she
asked, keeping her voice even. In all honestly, she was scared
out of her mind. Her best friend just left her with three high
guys and a sick kid she didn't know. It was a bad situation every
way you looked at it.
"I can't, I'm... I'm starting
to feel sick to." He replied in almost a whisper. It was about
11:00 at night, almost pitch black, and she knew him talking on
the phone while driving intoxicated so late would be the worst
thing. But she needed him.
"That's not funny," she tried
joking, but it came out kind of strangled.
"I'm being serious, I…I have
to pull over." He did so, and she heard him vomit into the phone.
She let out a scream and started jumping around. She had to do
something! But she couldn't, she wasn't even there. She looked at
the sick kid, he had lain motionless on the gravel, moaning, and
pictured her brother doing the same thing. She could hear him
throwing up on the phone, and see the boy throw up next to him.
It was almost a scene from a horror movie.
"brother." She said with fake
patience, trying to keep her voice calm. "Brother listen to me.
Come pick me up. I can't stay here; I don't know what to do." She
eyed the other guys, and noticed one of the boys wasn't there
anymore, probably left.
"I can't drive in this
Her phone died.
She looked around, scared, and
passed back and forth. She was lost for words and didn't know
what to do. All she could do was walk around and keep herself
sane. No one was around, the street was deserted, and no one was
in the diner but the grumpy old man whose only fun was kicking
them out. She then saw the boy she thought left. He had brown
hair, short, Hispanic, and generally nice. He was pacing around
the diner again, in circles. She joined him, leaving the vomiting
boy and the other two guys.
"I don't know what to do." She
said to him, looking at him like he had all the answers in the
"I'm just waiting for my
parents to pick me up." He replied with a smirk. She was so mad.
Why was she the only one concerned about this guys well being?
She walked away from him, and saw that a man and woman pulled
over. The blond boy and the black haired boy left, so she
approached the couple.
"Do you know this man? The
woman asked. The couple had pulled the boy, into the light of the
street lamp, and she could see that he was a man. Not a teenager
like her, but an adult. They fished around his pockets, and tried
to see if he was carrying an id. He was, and he was 18 years
She could see the woman and man
clearly now, the woman was rather large, with curly frizzy hair.
About mid thirties or older twenties, the lady was. She was
wearing a wedding band matching to the man. So in fact, they were
married. The husband was a strong man, bald, had muscles. They
both looked concerned but skeptical.
"Could you tell us what he was
smoking?" the wife asked her, a thin line for her
She wasn't going to tell her
anything, not like she knew anything, anyway. She decided to tell
the woman what happened. About the coke can, and the green stuff
on top of it. She remembered that her brother was lost too, and
she started to cry.
"What's wrong?" the woman
asked, noticing her tears.
"My brother is out there, and I
can't get a hold of him. He was sick like him," she looked over
at the, again, puking man. "I don't know where he is, my phone
died, and I can't reach him. He was vomiting into the phone.
"Would you like to use my
As she called her brother
repeatedly, the husband and the wife decided to call the
ambulance and the police. Her brother wouldn't answer her, even
when the police showed up and started asking her questions. She
wasn't familiar with this situation. She didn't know anything,
or what they all took. She didn't give out any details, for she
was afraid her other two 'friends' were somewhere lurking around.
They would know what the man inhaled. They would know what her
brother took. It was very intimidating to be alone with the
police, watching the man throw up his guts. His heart rate was
too high, so they had to stabilize him. They strapped him up, and
tried to cart him into the ambulance.
The police started talking to
the husband and the wife, so she went behind the diner to take a
breather. There, stood the blond boy and the black haired
"Where have you two been?" she
asked in a shrill voice. "I have been stuck alone with a guy I
don't know, a couple, and the police. They are asking me
questions, that I don't know the answer too. You do though, so
"We aren't doing that. We
could get arrested!" the blond boy said, tears forming at the
corners of his eyes. "This wasn't supposed to happen. You can't
tell them anything. He and your brother were the only ones
smoking it. Not us."
She stepped back and took a
good look at him. She used to think he was cute. He had white
blond hair, a big bone structure, and crystal blue eyes. He used
to pick her and spin her around at school, they would laugh and
smile. But now, she sees a scared toddler, dancing on the line of
right and wrong, life and death. He was not a good person. Why
did she always look after him?
"My brother is out there, you
know. I can't get a hold of him!" she cried to the both of
"Your brother is fine. I
promise." The black haired boy quietly said.
She looked at him, her ex, and
the guy she was in love with. She never got over him. Besides her
brother, she loved him the most. She never got over him breaking
up with her. She relished the days where he would hold her hand
through the rain. Then she lost him to the drugs that took him
over, and she would always believe that his old self would come
back. She finally realized that he would never be the
"You know what." She looked at
the guy with the black hair. "I loved you. I loved you so much.
You meant everything to me, and now that I need you, you aren't
there. Both of you." She looked back and forth to the two guys
looking down at her. "Whatever, I will find him myself. And I
love the way you treat your friends." She said while walking
They followed her looking
scared and defeated. She promised herself she would not be weak.
She would get through this, and find her brother. But she was
tired, it was almost midnight, her parents would expect her to be
back soon, with her brother. She was more tired from the
emotional drain of the guy she was in love with, not there for
her when she needed him. She was so sick of it all, of following
him like a sick puppy. She was sick of making excuses when he
didn't deserve it. She was just, sick. She was done with him now.
It hurt so much, but she had to be strong, and not think about
She called her parents and they
came. The police told them what happened, told them that if they
found his brother driving while high, they would pull him over
and send him to jail. Her family was very scared. There was no
yelling at her, but it was worse that way, she thought. She
wanted to be screamed at, because in the end, she was the one
that watched him go.