Post by Alex Santiago on Feb 13, 2011 23:28:00 GMT -6
It had been about three weeks since the quake and Alex had progressed from a wheelchair to crutches. He still had a cast all the way up his leg, signed with signitures of just about everyone he knew. Not that he really cared. He didn't care about much of anything right now. But he was pretty good at hiding it. Between his leg, and the baby, and missed schoolwork, and just life in general. He was depressed. He didn't know what to do.
Alex hopped into the bathroom and locked the door behind him so that no one could get in. He kicked open all the stalls with his casted leg to make sure no one was around. Upon opening the last stall he reached back behind the toilet and tore off a small baggie that was duct taped to the back of bowl. It was right where Damon said it would be. He took some cash from his billfold and used the piece of tape to secure it in place of the bag. He plopped down onto the toilet seat and set his crutches aside. Alex eagerly opened the small packet and dipped his finger inside, white powder covered the tip of it. He raised his finger to his noes and sniffed as hard as he could. The powder stuck to lining of his nostril and it burned. Alex choked a bit from the sensation. "I have got to find a better way to do that." He though to himself. Then he remembered an old movie he'd seen. He pulled out his library card, his liscence, and a twenty. He carefully poured some powder onto his library card and used his liscence to cut the substance and scrape it into a line. He wasn't sure why you cut it, but he did it anyways. Last he rolled up his twenty, stuck the end in the tip of his nose, placed the other end on the card and quickly snorted the line. Alex shook his head back and forth furiously and blinked his eyes so much that they watered. Once he had calmed down, he leaned his head against the side of the stall and waited. Waited for the high to come.
Alex hopped into the bathroom and locked the door behind him so that no one could get in. He kicked open all the stalls with his casted leg to make sure no one was around. Upon opening the last stall he reached back behind the toilet and tore off a small baggie that was duct taped to the back of bowl. It was right where Damon said it would be. He took some cash from his billfold and used the piece of tape to secure it in place of the bag. He plopped down onto the toilet seat and set his crutches aside. Alex eagerly opened the small packet and dipped his finger inside, white powder covered the tip of it. He raised his finger to his noes and sniffed as hard as he could. The powder stuck to lining of his nostril and it burned. Alex choked a bit from the sensation. "I have got to find a better way to do that." He though to himself. Then he remembered an old movie he'd seen. He pulled out his library card, his liscence, and a twenty. He carefully poured some powder onto his library card and used his liscence to cut the substance and scrape it into a line. He wasn't sure why you cut it, but he did it anyways. Last he rolled up his twenty, stuck the end in the tip of his nose, placed the other end on the card and quickly snorted the line. Alex shook his head back and forth furiously and blinked his eyes so much that they watered. Once he had calmed down, he leaned his head against the side of the stall and waited. Waited for the high to come.