Come Here and Save Me.

Part 2

Samantha: 



All of my ‘friends’ were sat in a lazy circle on the cold cement floor of whomever was holdings’ apartment. They all sat with glossy eyes and doughy expressions on their face, all baked out of their minds. I watched as the bong was passed from hand to hand each person taking a deep inhale of the smoke. The bong was coming closer to me, nearly reaching for me like deranged hands. The contact high that was slowly seeping into my senses was strong, painfully so. I took the bong from my friends hand, my own shaking slightly. I pressed it to my mouth and held my breath passing it to the next person, praying that my lips wouldn’t break out in red blotches.

Having an allergy to marijuana while surrounded by stoners was one of the biggest down sides in the entire world. I could simply light up and get high as easily as my mindless friends. Touching weed could send my body into anaphylactic shock, taking a direct inhale of the smoke could easily close off my air ways. I had to be extremely careful in this situation, taking frequent hits from my inhaler while outside, avoiding sitting too close to everyone, and so forth.

I could feel my lips tingling a bit and I knew if I risked it again I would end up sick. “Excuse me,” I muttered to the circle and stood finding my way to Chloe. She stood in front of the couch talking to someone I didn’t recognize, probably a new addition to our group of drug addicted ‘friends’. I picked up on a bit of her conversation, it registering as upsetting with my slowed emotions. I quickly feigned like I was stoned.

“No! You can’t leave yet!” My voice came out as a squeal and I was quick to reign my voice in.

“You’ll make your own way home, right?” Chloe questioned, it was apparent she was upset, drowning in something that I didn’t see. 
I made haste and pulled her into a hug smoothing her blonde hair down a bit.

“You’re not going anywhere.” I smiled at the guy who sat down on the couch and felt Chloe nuzzle into the hug.

“It’s getting late..” She mumbled into my shoulder not bothering to lift her head, too withdrawn to do that.

“And? Where’s your spirits tonight?”

“Not here clearly…”Chloe trailed off and I felt someone place something into my hand. I smiled examining it with my eyes before I pulled away from the hug Chloe and I were sharing. I thrust the bottle in her hand, knowing she would lighten up when she was drunk. She couldn’t resist the temptation of the fair maiden, couldn’t resist her stinging taste, the wave that came with it. As much as I loved her I knew Chloe was an alcoholic.

I can’t be one to judge her, we’ve all got our own vices; our own ways of escaping our world and the problems that plague it. 


Unfortunately for me I was fresh out of mine. I’d swallowed the last pills nearly 6 hours ago, felt the last cloud of bliss nearly six hours ago. I would give nothing more than to be in that blissful nothing once again.

“I’m going out for a smoke.” I muttered to no one in particular and clumsily walked out of the apartment lighting a cigarette as soon as I was on the small balcony.

My hands were shaking, my palms sweating, it was becoming increasingly difficult to do normal things. I could feel the withdrawals taking their affect. If I didn’t get something soon, I knew the terrible outcome that would soon follow.

“Please God…” I muttered taking a hit from the cigarette held between my middle and index fingers. “Let relief come fast.” I slipped the cell phone from my pocket and punched in a number I was beginning to never have to call again.

“I need your help..”