Come Here and Save Me.

Part 6

Chloe:

I didn’t usually answer the door, I never had to because next to nobody ever called here, but I think it was initial instinct that I did. I was on my third glass of whine when the subtle door knocks echoed throughout the whole apartment, I’d even popped a sleeping pill or two.

With it being my afternoon off from the record store, I had nothing better to do and with Samantha being in the other room, I had nothing to be afraid of, I knew if worse came to worse; Samantha would cover for me. It worked both ways. I strolled over to the door, more collected due to having only minor amounts of alcohol in my system. Pulling it back to meet Harry’s childish grin which I assumed made up most of his charisma. His green eyes burning through my skin, as if attempting to calculate if alcohol was still or currently running through my veins. He’d came back.

‘Can I come in?’ He asked, pushing down the hood that hung over his head.

I stood aside wonder struck, watching him stoop slightly before walking through as I closed the door shut. Silently, Harry registered the room, his eyes flickering from wall to wall, shelf to shelf, smiling in almost
approval to himself. He clasped his hands together before sitting down on the sofa and resting his intertwined fingertips on his thigh.

There was something strangely intriguing and attractive about this boy and I hadn’t quite worked out what it was yet. I sat opposite him, but as I did so the room began spinning out of control. Nausea churning within my stomach as per usual and the thick scent of the burning incense drifting across the room instantly made the contents of my stomach heave in my throat and fog my mind up. Harry was slipping away from my eyesight as I felt my eyes effortlessly glass up.

‘Are you high?’ He questioned, reaching across and stroking my arm. 
I shook my head.

‘She’s just tired.’ I heard Sammie answering for me along with slamming the bedroom door shut behind her as she joined us on the sofa.
I hadn’t bothered hiding the whine - I had no time for that. But as Samantha dropped down beside me, I witnessed her skilfully kick it under the gap in the sofa, her eyes fixed on Harry whom was too busy studying the revelation of our apartment. I don’t know why, he’d stayed here for the early hours of the morning; surely he’d been able to judge it then? Or maybe he’d also been too infused to see properly. Either way, he’d left before I’d woke and I’d been hoping all morning that he’d never return. Clearly, luck wasn’t on my side this afternoon.

I was slipping in and out of consciousness but desperately, I tried to concentrate on the conversation that was currently lapsing between the two voices around me. 
My palms began to sweat and rubbing them against my thighs only made me more clammy.
Samantha slipped something into my hand and due to being lost in my own world, I wasn’t aware of the contents of the cigarette box.


’It will make you feel better.’ She whispered whilst Harry threw his attention towards his phone in hand.
‘I just need to use the bathroom.’ I forced a smile, lifting myself up and trailing away.

I opened the box as soon as I was out of sight and found the resemble of a poorly collected spliff. Why did Samantha carry this if she was aware of how deathly it actually was towards her; Why? If one inhale could shut her down; Why? I knew she felt physically sick just looking at it. Was my best friend using her allergy as a death wish? I shook my head, I knew marijuana wasn’t exactly the strongest drug in the box but there was no way I was willing to smoke this. Alcohol was my only source of escapism. I flung the box out of the window once removing the contents and immediately flushed the rolled up paper down the toilet. No.

I returned to the lounge area and crossed over to the sink, retrieving a glass of fresh water. I’d wash away the substances instead.

‘I worried, maybe a little more than I should have.’ I heard Harry mutter as I sat back down next to Samantha.

Samantha nodded at his comment.
‘How old are you, Chloe?’ The raspy accent shot my way.

‘18…’ I hesitated, was I supposed to lie?

‘Can I ask something?’ He shot me another question.
’Sure, you might as well.’ I shrugged.

‘Why do you let yourself get so drunk?’ Harry quizzed with a more serious tone.

‘It was a party, I had nothing better to do. What do you usually do at a party?’ I quipped, sounding more harsh than I expected to.

‘Yeah, we all like to drink but don’t you think-‘

‘Are you judging me?’ I interrupted him abruptly.

‘I’m just asking.’ He raised his hands in defense.

‘Maybe it’s better not to.’ I spat.

‘I don’t even know why I came back.’ Harry shrugged, standing up and starting for the door.

‘She just gets upset!’ Samantha cried following him to the door.
I didn’t stop him, instead I dropped to my knees and stretched my arm out under the sofa, fishing for the bottle I’d earlier lost. Pulling it out, I tore off the cap through sheer anger, almost breaking the glass due to my grip being so tight. Samantha fell to the floor beside me.

‘Maybe we are a little dysfunctional and different, but at least we have each other, eh?’ She chuckled, slipping a sleeping pill on to her tongue and tilting her head back to allow it to glide down her throat.

I nodded and gave her a natural smirk, raising the bottle to my lips.

‘I hate me so much.’ I sighed, giving the liquid ammunition to burn my insides and burst through my veins. ‘I genuinely do.’ I added, resting my head upon Samantha’s lap and knowing I’d soon be out of it and gradually fast asleep.