A Lesson Never Learned [?]

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Oli walked into the room without a warning and I turned quickly, leaving the weapons on the shelves and picking a bowl up.

He smiled and handed me a small baggie. "Have fun." He told me seriously. I nodded and Oli flipped me a lighter. I caught it in the air and grinned at him.

"I love you Oliver." I whispered. Oli nodded and kissed my nose, holding me tighter.

"I love you too." He said. He pulled back and patted my back. "I'll see you in the morning."

"Okay. G'night."

Oliver winked. "Good night."

I waited for him to close the door before I grabbed the weapons and stripped myself out of my clothing leaving me in my under garments.

I strapped the knife to my side like Matt Nicholls taught me. I also strapped one to the inside of my thigh. I knew it wouldn't be seen, considering that Matt looked me over after I put the weapons on myself. He told me that he didn't see any sort of weapon on me when I wore skinny jeans, so I knew I was safe.

I yanked on jeans and shoved socks over my feet, covering the tattoo. I pulled a loose fitting shirt over my head and pulled a dark sweater over that. I also made sure that would be able to reach my weapons quickly.

I checked the clock and saw that it was 11:20. I had an hour and ten minutes til I had to face Austin. I decided to sneak out now, smoke up there, and just see what happened.

I packed the bowl and weed in my bag. I also put the mace in there just in case. I locked my bedroom door and shrugged on my leather jacket. Three layers seemed enough.

I made sure I had everything before climbing out my window. I closed my window and climbed down the side of the house like an expert and landed on my feet, hoping that no one saw me and I took off into the night to my certain death.

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I crumbled the green Mary-Jane and shifted it into the bowl. I flicked my thumb and sparked the lighter, sucking in while setting the flame to the green grass.

The smoke hit my lungs reminding me how much I missed the taste of the smoke. I leaned against the tree in the park and looked at my phone, checking the time. It was 11:59. Basically a half-hour before Austin would show up and kill me.

I took another hit and blew out, releasing the smoke into the air.

I went through numerous bowls before I realized that I had only stems left. I whined desperately and tossed my head back, feeling it hit the tree. Why did I submit to drugs again? Maybe it would be less painful to die this way.

I checked the time again and frowned. 12:20. Ten more minutes.

I shuddered and closed my eyes. How long have I been staring into the dark? My cheeks were hurting from the smile that was stuck on my lips. I swallowed hard and wished I had brought water or something. My voice was cloudy.

I sniffed and suddenly was overwhelmed with a sense of sadness. I was going to die. Here. This is where it was going to end. How could I be stupid enough to even come here alone? I checked my phone one final time. 12:29.

I put my phone away and put my bowl in my bag. I tossed the stems next to me and shoved the plastic in my bag. I coughed dryly again and shed my jacket and sweater. I closed my eyes, the high making me feel so much more better about everything happening to me. I heard a rustle of feet in front of me and I didn't even have the energy to make a fuss. So I pulled the bag from around my neck, jutted my chest out, and let my legs relax. I leaned my head back and grunted.