DetoxJustToRetox - 3The kid perched on the far side of the bed. He was all hunched over, panting slightly. I had no clue what to do and just stood there dumbly. I should just leave, I thought. Go home, maybe. Maybe get run over on the way.Before I could take a step, Patrick broke into fits of coughing, heavy and low.But the scary part is it didn't stop.He would pause for a second to inhale (or try) and would just keep coughing. "Patrick?" I asked, scared and concerned. Which was pretty stupid to ask, to be honest. How could I expect him to answer if he could barely breathe.Barely breathe.I blinked and ran back into the bathroom, fanatically riffling
DetoxJustToRetox - 2It was not the first time I had woken up in a place had no immediate memory of getting there.In a bed, comforters, blankets, sheets and pillows pilled high around me. It was uncomfortably hot compared to what I was used to, and I was suffocating. I threw it all off and onto the floor and cringed. My head was throbbing.Remember, remember, what happened yesterday...Oh. Yeah. Standing on busy New York City street corner for three hours in the rain, and almost walking in front of a speeding taxi...but I didn't.That guy...Patrick. This...is his bedroom. His house.I blinked, wiping sweat of my forehead. Wearing his clothes.I swung my fe
DetoxJustToRetox - 1It's pouring.Pouring, and gray. Fitting, I guess. Even the sky is sad to let me go.I've made up my mind. Well, I guess it was official in the beginning, but I had told my self firmly that I was going to do it, and I would not back out.No good byes, no notes, nothing. Just do it. Just end it.I gazed out at the traffic whizzing by. I was on my toes, fidgeting as I watched the sign change into a red STOP hand.I'm not honestly gonna do this, am I? I'm not really serious.Walk into the traffic of a busy New York City corner, that is.But I was very serious.I had mapped it all out. When I was going to do to it.I knew from the start.