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**TRIGGER WARNING: NEEDLES, INJECTIONS, DRUGS WILL BE MENTIONED, INCLUDING SUICIDE, AND CHILDHOOD TRAUMA, PROCEED WITH CAUTION**
**NOTE: this chapter is sad, so sorry in advance if this triggers anyone, please don't read— if you wish to skip you may.**
TRENT HAD HIS head leaned against the window as he drove, his eyes on the road as he watched nash in the seat next to him injecting himself with a needle full of heroin, the yellow like substance entering his veins.
"Holy shit." Nash slurred, his much longer black hair fanning over one side of his face. "This is top notch. just don't tell (y/n), yeah?"
Trent shakes his head in disapproval, a frown making its way to his lips as he watched nash sniff up the white powder in his hands. he shook his head, clicking his tongue. he's tried many times to stop nash before but it always ended with nash screaming at him at the top of his lungs— but he didn't stop.
Nash turns to him, his nose red as his eyes were smeared with the eyeliner underneath his eyelids. he looked like a mess, hair frizzy and all, arms bruised with the pricks of the needle he often injected himself with.
"What." Nash says flatly to trent who kept his hands on the steering wheel.
Trent runs a hand over his face, a sigh escaping him. "You need to really stop this, man. you're killing yourself."
"Oh, shut up." Nash replies, chuckling as his eyes were heavy. "But whatever the fuck was in the alcohol was mad good, dude. I'll have like, (y/n) order me 10 bottles of that shit."
"No, man.." trent frowns. "(Y/n) would be 100% against that. trust me."
Nash rolls his eyes, taking a sip from the hennessy bottle in his hands, closing his eyes as the liquid goes down his throat.
"You need help, man." Trent tells him as he continues driving.
Nash lowered his head for a quick sec before slowly turning towards trent, a scoff escaping him. "Oh like you're any fucking better."
"That's because I am." Trent responds, glancing at him. "I'm better because I don't go walking around drinking and putting heroin in my fucking veins every 24/7."
"So what? that makes you perfect? everyone has their flaws." Nash replies, his left eye twitching.
Trent nods in agreement. "You're right, everyone has their flaws. but I don't go take my flaws and show it to the whole world, do I?" he scoffs.
Nash just chuckles. "Fuck you, trent."
"No, fuck you, nash." Trent retorts angrily. "I'm tired of dealing with your bullshit and I'm pretty sure (y/n) is too, it's only a matter of time before she leaves and you realize what you've lost."
