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Imogen Halstead (age 17)
Word count: 2329
TW: topics such as drug abuse, poor mental health and implied rape.
Imogen's POV
"Dad?" I wander into the kitchen. My dad looks up at me with a blank expression, he's been giving me that look a lot recently, "I'm going to mayas, is that alright?" I nod. He sighs, "sure, just whatever" he turns around. I sigh and turn around too, walking away. He's been treating me with short answers for a while now. I don't know what I've done wrong, or if I've even done anything wrong, but I'm tired of walking on eggshells around him.
I know he's had a lot on his plate over the past month, but I want my dad back. Works been keeping him occupied leaving him with little time to spend with me, and I know I'm getting older now so it's not exactly like he has to spend time with me, but I need him right now. I'm tired of being alone...
I grab my jacket and phone, before leaving the house. Hopefully this can cheer me up... As I approach my friends house I smile as Maya appears in the doorway. I raise an eyebrow as she holds up the bag of pills she was talking about today, I'm hesitant, but I accept them. She drags me down to her basement and we flip onto the bed, I hold the pills up above me and inspect them, "are you sure they're safe?" I sigh. Maya scoffs a laugh, "I mean, you said you wanted a distraction" she shrugs. I huff, "yeah... a distraction. Not a one way ticket to hell" I look at her half-seriously. She shrugs, "well I'm still here so, they can't be too deadly" she folds her arms.
I sigh, staring at the colours in the packet. Maya chuckles at my cluelessness, "we can take one together, if you want" she offers. I throw my head back, "I'm scared... my dads gonna murder me" I admit. She holds my face in her hands, "if you don't wanna take one, or any of them. It doesn't matter, I'm not judging you" she smiles. I nod, "no no, I want to. I need a break" I grumble. She chuckles, "I think you just need a therapist" she grabs the pills from my hand and drops two onto her palm. I sigh before popping one in my mouth, and it doesn't take long before it kicks in. This is nice...
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*two weeks later*
Who knew something as simple as these pills could make me feel so relaxed? Ignorance is a bliss, I don't care what anyone says. I'm high right now. That's all I have to say, I'm highhhhhh...
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*one week later*
My dads worried about me. I can see it on his face. He doesn't express it directly, but I know he's starting to suspect I'm not at all okay. Yesterday he made me sit down and eat dinner with him, I didn't really have much to say, so we sat in silence. It wasn't even a nice silence.
He's also starting to get suspicious of my whereabouts when I go out. He's probably afraid I'm hanging out with the wrong people, when in fact I'm only with Maya and a few other of her friends. They aren't bad, they're just lost, like me.
I take the pills a few times a week now, it started off as a Friday night gig. Then I started doing them on Wednesday, and now I take them whenever I feel like it. I'm currently staring at myself in the mirror, appalled at what I see. I always sworn to myself when I was younger, that I'd never do drugs, or drink, or get laid just because I can. Well now look at me, I've broken my moral compass and I'm a mess. A true mess.
