Posts by LOL101

He nodded slightly then looked down, over the edge of the balcony. There were so many buildings, tall and lite up.

He looked at her. He knew she hated it when he got drunk and high. "I can't promise anything." he said softly, his voice full of guilt. He looked out the window, the basement coming into veiw.

He looked back up at her. "Don't mention it." he said with a slight smile.

"I'll try my best." he promised, looking over at her. Then he got out of the car and downstairs into the basement, his hands in his pockets. He instantly saw Raven. His eyebrows were raised, as if to ask Back so soon? then plopped down on the couch, trying to resist the urge for a beer.

He tried to ignore Raven the best he could. He closed his eyes and tried to clear his mind, trying to keep his promise to Ember. "Ember... I really need... A beer..." he said through gritted teeth, about to go crazy.

Sophie snuck over to her window and slide it open. She climbed over and said "Don't you get it? I don't like you. I hate you." she said before jumping out. She got into her car and started to drive down the drive way.

He leaned his head back, his eyes closed, shaking his leg figurously. "I need it..." he said, putting his hands on his head, pulling his head into his chest.

He shrugged. "Maybe," he said. "What about you?" he asked.

He softly groaned, putting his head on her shoulder. "It won't... Go away..." he whinned, talking about the craving.

Sometimes he hated living. It was full of cravings that sometimes he couldn't help.

"Where?" he asked.

Sophie walked right into Aaron's house, not wanting to wait outside incase her mom was following her. "Aaron!" she cried, running into his room.

He shrugged. "I don't know," he admitted. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back. "Im tired." he said in a soft whisper, eventionally falling asleep.

OOC: Sorry, I figured to just wait for Ravens person to come on.

"My mom is being a bitc-" then her phone rang. "Hold on," she said, putting the phone up to her ear. "Hello?" she asked.

"Josh... Hates... Me..." she said softly. "Tried... To... Kill.... Life...." she said. She heard the ambulance and tried to turn her head to see it but couldn't.

"No," he said, looking at her calmly even though she just snapped at him. "I can't," he said honestly.

If she won't talk to him, he decided to just go back to the basement and get high. He was used to people hating him, or not wanting to be around him but it still hurt.

His brother was what his mom thought as a perfect child. All good grades, good reputation, and got into a big fancy school to be a docter. He hated being compared to his brother.

Sophie just kept quiet, waiting for her to say something more.

Danny leaned against the basement wall, a cigerette hanging out of his mouth. He exhaled a puff of smoke out of his lungs as he sighed. He remembered the day his mom kicked him out of the house, for good. Asking her for twenty dollers pushed her to her limit. He promised he wouldn't do anything bad with the money, but she knew it was for drugs. So now, he lived here. In a basement, full of other crackheads and alcoholics like him. He dropped his cigerette on the ground and stepped on it with his shoe nonchalantly, running his hand through his sandy blonde hair as he looked around for someone to talk to.

"Hey Elani," he said, smirking slightly as he watched her put her hand on hip. "How's it goin?" he asked, his blue eyes sparkling with amusment. He leaned down to the table beside him and picked up a beer bottle, not even knowing who's it was, and took a sip as he watched her with a soft gaze.

He turned his gaze to a couch across the way, a table full of needles, bottles of beer, and cigerettes right across from it. He walked over to the couch, expecting Elani to follow as he sat down and set his gaze on a needle, still full of drugs that would give him a good enough hit. "Alright," he said, looking back at her. "Same as usual." he said with a faint smile.

"True," he said with a soft chuckle, picking up the needle, examining it. He could tell someone had used it, but he didn't care. When you needed that high, you didn't really care about anything. He rolled up his sleeve and mainstreamed it, ignoring the blood as he missed the vein. "Well that's gonna leave a mark." he said with a laugh, his eyes rolling back in his head. If you didn't know, drugs messed you up in many ways. It made your head ache, your nose stuffy, and your legs feel like jello.