Not Dark Yet: Prologue

Hour · 02-15-2009, 06:11 AM

Just an idea for a story I might just start writing for fun. It's just the prologue, and is like the ending scene of the main characters life, and he's over dosing. And then the chapters following would be of his life up to that point. I think it could turn out well. Critism welcome and wanted:

Cigarette smoke, harsh and heavy grunge, a lone shirtless man, and various drugs. The scene for which a man who has lost his mind will find his final resting place, like many others before him. His long dirty brown hair hung in the air as he leant back on his chair, one foot on a table. Red eyes looked around the dark room, the last sights this man would ever know. This mans eyes finally landed upon a pile of clothes, a shirt with a jacket ontop of it, below that a leather belt. Standing the shirtless man put out the end of his cigarette and headed to the clothing pile. But he wasn't there for the shirt, nor the jacket, but the leather belt beneath it all. Taking said belt he returns to his wooden chair and prepears himself.

On the table infront of him lays many drug related items, and other various things. An ashtray with many cigarette butts put out on it, a lighter, two empty packs of cigarettes, a 1CC syringe, a small bottle of water, a bag of black tar heroin, three lines of cocaine, a blackened spoon, a bit of cotton, and a notebook. Picking up the lighter the man begins flicking the flint again and again, but no flame would come. Tossing the empty lighter away he burys his hand into his black jeans and pulls out another lighter. His hands shook as he held the lighter up, the flame dancing from his breath.

Placing the lighter on the table the man picks up that baggie of black tar heroin. Looking at the substance with dull, lifeless eyes, the man opens it up and puts the rest onto his blackened spoon. Tossing the empty bag to the ground he picks up his syringe and bottle of water. Extracting the water into the chamber of the syringe the man takes a breath and empties the syringe into the spoon. Picking the spoon up carefully the man took up his lighter and lit the bottom of the spoon ablaze. The dark brown heroin began to mix with the water, creating something which could take a man to another world. Just a bit of water, a little brown ball, and a bit of heat. That's all it took. What followed was the cotton ball, placed into the dark pool, and getting infected with the drug. The ball would be enveloped in the brown colour, to some it would look disgusting, as though it was not meant to be anywhere near the human body, but to this man and every other junkie in the world, this was the greatest colour.

The man admired this for minutes before finally taking up the syringe and impaling the cotton. Loading the chamber up like a bullet he raised the needle to the sky and flicked, squirted, then put the syringe in his mouth, holding it with his teeth. Taking that leather belt and wrapping it around his arm the mans veins popped out, the eternal freeways of a humans body, and about to be contaminated with a dirty drug. Replacing the syringe with the tip of the belt the man placed the needle tip parallel to the vein. Slightly curving inward, before the tip of the needle entered the freeway, the blood rushing up into the syringe, before being pushed in.

All at once the man lost grip on the world. Finally he had reached peace, finally he had got to his Eternal Bliss. Falling back into the arms of his chair, the man was taken by his love to another world. His pain was no longer...

Hour · 02-16-2009, 05:35 AM

Chapter I

"Shit man, since when could you sing?" Syd was instantly snapped out of his dazing as his friend Chris walked down towards him. The two were in the school auditorium afterschool, and alone. A chuckle left Syd's lips as he watched Chris approach him.
"I'm not that good really" Syd replied as Chris hopped up onto stage with a grin on his face.
"You are fucking great! No shit! Do you play any instruments?"
"If you say so man. I've played guitar for 'bout two years now, but that's it man." Said Syd as he stood up off the stool he was sitting on.
"Real? Bro, you gotta be the lead singer for this band I'm in! Well was in till the old singer quit on us. But yeah, you gotta join us! We're a grunge band, and man you sing some good Alice in Chains!" Stroking his chin Syd thought about the idea. He was pretty shy about his singing, and would rather play guitar, but singing could work.
"I'll give it a try, man. Who else is in it?"
"Max, Cam, and Trey! You'll settle in so good!" Chris then held out his hand to Syd, with a look of anticipation on his face. His hand was met with Syd's and so the band would begin.

"Now let's go have a sesh in celebration!" Never turning down a good session Syd walked out of the auditorium with Chris.
"What's the band name anyway man?"
"We haven't really figured it out yet!" Chris said with a chuckle, "But the top choices right now are either 'Eternal Bliss' or just plain 'Bliss'. Might come out with something else later."
"Sweet names!" Syd replied enthusiastically. The two left the school gates happily, and walking quickly to the shops near the school, also known as New Market. Only a few kids were walking down the long hill from school, as school had gotten out thirty minutes earlier. "So where we gonna sesh, man?"Syd asked Chris as the two quickly flew down the hill.
"How bout that small shitty school with the half pipe? Everybody's probably already out by now."
"Sounds good man!"

About fifteen minutes the two arrived at the back street school. As predicted nobody was there. Walking across the small field to the broken and battered half pipe Syd and Chris were finally at their destination! One after the other the two boys climbed up the ladder onto the halfpipe, where they sat down, legs over the edge. Chris pulled his backpack off and unzipped it. He then pulled out a silver tin from said bag, a large green Marijuana leaf on it. Opening it up the two teenagers looked upon one of their favourite things in the world, six joints side by side. Taking one each the two boys each lit up and sat back talking.

"Man, look at us! We look like such Scumbags! Dressed all dirty and fucked up, smoking some joints in a shitty school, and in a band! We are the type of guy that parents wouldn't want their little girls hanging out with!" Syd said, followed by the two laughing insanely.
"Fuck yeah! We are Scumbags! The defintion of Scumbags! If you looked in a dictionary for the word Scumbag there would be a picture of us!" At that point Syd broke out in laughter, tears forming in his eyes.
"Dude, dude, dude, holy shit! Imagine a dictionary! And then a picture of us beside 'Scumbag' with cheesy grins and doing thumbsup with both hands!" Chris took about three seconds to get the picture in his head, before joining in laughter with Syd.

Just as the laughter began to die down one of the worst things any stoner could imagine happened. "You two, stop what you're doing! Freeze!" Looking up Chris and Syd's eyes layed upon a police officer who was on the other side of the gate into the school, which was locked. To get in you'd have to jump up onto a bin then over a fence. With that in mind the two teenagers slid down the halfpipe, bags in hand and quickly onto backs, and then started running away from the fence! It was then one of the greatest one-liners ever written was yelled out by Chris.
"Try and catch me, Bitch!!!"
Laughing the two boys jumped the back fence into somebodys backyard and ran around the front. The place was pretty run down, and loads of places to escape through. Not looking back the two sprinted down the back streets, heading to where most people hung out.

"Fuck man, that was so awesome!" Chris spoke in between breaths. Both boys were worn out from running so far and so fast.
"Hell yeah! Shit, it's so hard to breath!"
"I know man! Haha!" As the two finally caught their breath they came out of their hiding spot behind the cinemas and walked down the main street. Most of their mates usually went to Burger King after school, nobody really knows why. It's just always been the hanging place for teenagers. Crossing the road, the sight of five or so people out side smoking came into view.
"Oh man, my fucking ex and her friends are all there." Syd spoke as his eyes layed upon the girl. The two had gone out for a short while, about four months, and used to be pretty close. Till the breakup, and where everything started going downhill for Syd.
"Just ignore them, they hate me too, but whatever."
"Guess so."
Both walked past the group into the sliding doors of burger king. All was quiet. A few exchanges of glances before both Chris and Syd were inside.

Looking into the back the two spot Max and Cam in the very back. Coming over the two groups joined into one.
"Sup dude!" Max blurted out as Syd and Chris came into view. "Fuck you're stoned man!" Laughing the red eyed boys sat down beside them.
"Dude we just ran from the cops! We were at that shitty halfpipe school, blazing, and they came. We both gapped and I yelled out 'Try and catch me, bitch!' and we went down the backstreets!" Chris explained to Cam and Max. As Chris was doing so, Syd took Max and Cam's drink and began to satisfy his cotton mouth. "Oh, and also Syd is joining our band as the singer! He's fucking so good man!"
Max and Cam looked over at Syd as Chris spoke.
"You sing? Give us a listen!" Cam asked Syd who just laughed.
"Not right now man, we're in burger king and I'm stoned out of my mind!"
"Fair enough! But yeah, when should we have band practice then?" Max then said. Meanwhile Chris had left to go get some munchies!
"Trey said we can always go to his for it, so how about sunday?" Proposed Cam who was replied with a nod of Max's head.

Chris soon returned witha tray of burgers and chips! Behind him Syd noticed his ex-girlfriends group of friends entering burger king and sitting at the other side of it, looking at Syd, Chris, Max and Cam. The groups pretty much hated eachother, well except nobody really hated Cam from the girl group. Syd's eyes layed upon his ex, Paige, who was looking at him. She had already moved on after two weeks, with a guy Syd really hated. It was like she was trying to cause him pain. It didn't help that he was Bi-Polar either, which made shit pretty wack.
"I'm not really hungry today man, I think I might just head home." Syd then said, not wanting to be anywhere near his ex, since he was in love with her once.
"Dude, sit down man, who gives a fuck about them?" Chris then pulled Syd back down to the seat before returning to eating.
"Alright then, but we'll leave after eating?" Syd was replied with a simple nod, before he too went into munching on his burger and chips.

With the tray of food destroyed the group stood up and headed to the front of Burger King, passing the group of girls. Max's ex was also there, who hated the shit out of him. It was not a good scenario at all. Quickly exiting the four made there way along the road to do whatever stoners do best, wander. Their wandering was soon ended as they stopped at the crossing lights. In that time the group of girls had followed, and caught up.
"Why the fuck are you showing up here?!"
Turning their heads the boys looked to see Paige yelling at Syd.
"I mean, what the fuck, Syd! Are you stalking me or some fucking shit?!"
"Calm down, seriously. I'm just hanging out around here, not following you to watch what-ever the fuck you do." Syd replied, looking face to face at Paige, the first time in quite some time.
"Well can you just fuck off? You've already done enough damage here, so just fuck off!"
"You fucking followed me! And what damage?"
"Don't you remember when you hooked up with that chick three days after we broke up? Well?!" Syd just groaned, he had told her so many times that he hadn't hooked up with anybody. She tried to hookup with him, but he stopped her.
"I didn't do anything with her! I've fucking told you already! I mean you went and got with John, and gave him a fucking handjob! I did fucking nothing!"
SLAP! Paige's hand smacked across Syd's face harshly. Then again. "Stop being a phsyco bitch! You fucking did it!"
"Fuck you Syd!! You made me do it, pretty much! So fuck you!"
"Whatever, can't be fucked with this shit." With that Syd walked off down the road, the public watching the scene quietly. Chris, Max and Cam followed and caught up to him.

"You okay dude?" Max asked him as they reached him.
"Yeah, I'm just gonna go home man. That fully killed my high."
"Alright, well give us a txt when you wanna meet up or anything!" Syd then parted ways with the group, put his headphones in, then zoned out. Things had really gone downhill recently, really badly. Suicide had even come out to play with Syd. But nobody really knew at all what was happening with Syd, his mind was fucked up from life and drugs. Being bipolar also didn't help. But still he kept on walking home, thinking to himself, going slowly crazy one step at a time...

Hour · 05-26-2009, 10:07 AM

Chapter II

A few years later...

Screams, cheering, clapping. It all over took the small hall packed full of dirty, grungy, smoking teenagers. But at the very front of the hall stood four rough looking individuals, instuments in hand. The lead wore a torn up leather jacket, blue jeans, Doc Martens, fingerless gloves, and a white under shirt. He had medium lengthed black hair that just covered his eyes. To his right was a shorter man who had short brown hair, wore a Nirvana shirt, blue jeans and black and white Chucks. In his hands was a Fender bass guitar The far left man had short black hair, no shirt, black jeans and some rough leather boots. A beautiful Les Paul was held in his hands. The final was a long haired guy on the drums, shirtless and wearing nothing but a pair of black shorts.

"Haha, what a fucking awesome night so far! It's just about midnight, but I think we can fit in one more song if you guys think you can handle it!" The lead spoke into the mic, followed by many yells and screams of the crowd. Grinning he looked at his fellow band members then at the crowd. "Okay then, this ain't our song but I've always wanted to cover it, so here it is, Man in a Box by Alice in Chains!" And with that the guitar, drums and bass came in. The mosh pit started churning. The night came alive once again.

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TBC

Hour · 06-07-2009, 12:46 AM

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Chapter II

A few years later... Screams, cheering, clapping. It all over took the small hall packed full of dirty, grungy, smoking teenagers. But at the very front of the hall stood four rough looking individuals, instuments in hand. The lead wore a torn up leather jacket, blue jeans, Doc Martens, fingerless gloves, and a white under shirt. He had medium lengthed black hair that just covered his eyes. To his right was a shorter man who had short brown hair, wore a Nirvana shirt, blue jeans and black and white Chucks. In his hands was a Fender bass guitar The far left man had short black hair, no shirt, black jeans and some rough leather boots. A beautiful Les Paul was held in his hands. The final was a long haired guy on the drums, shirtless and wearing nothing but a pair of black shorts. "Haha, what a fucking awesome night so far! It's just about midnight, but I think we can fit in one more song if you guys think you can handle it!" The lead spoke into the mic, followed by many yells and screams of the crowd. Grinning he looked at his fellow band members then at the crowd. "Okay then, this ain't our song but I've always wanted to cover it, so here it is, Man in a Box by Alice in Chains!" And with that the guitar, drums and bass came in. The mosh pit started churning. The night came alive once again.

+

A door slammed shut behind a shirtless man, the lead of the band playing only hours ago. This door lead to a small flat with a couch, a see through coffee table, a small tv and kitchen in the main room. Empty beer bottles, lighters, cigarette butts and burnt out match sticks littered the coffee table. Blood shot eyes looked around the room lazily searching for something. Moving around the man headed to the kitchen table where a steel case sat. Picking the case up with shaky hands the man pressed a small button on the case. The case sprung open to reveal a syringe, a bag filled with white powder, and a few cotton balls. Closing said case the man retreated through another door, locking it behind him.

This room was as dirty and simple as the one before. A dirty matress lay on the ground, the duvet sprawled out over it. A desk, a chair, and a stereo was the only other furniture in the room minus the red fender laying against the wall, which sat infront of a window which had a view of the city below. The thing that differed with the main room and this bedroom was the strange acid influenced paintings covering the walls. Sitting on the matress, back against the wall, the man opened up the case and placed it carefully on the matress. On the ground beside the bed lay a glass of water, a lighter, and a spoon with some fabric wrapped around the handle. Sitting cross legged the man picked up that spoon, the syringe out of the case and the bag of white powder. Holding the spoons handle inbetween his teeth the man poured some of the white powder out of the bag onto the spoon. Closing the bag he returned it to it's resting place. Leaning over he placed the syringe's needle into the glass of water, pulled up on the plunger, and filled the see through chamber with water. He then followed this action by filling the spoon with water from the syringe. Replacing the spoon in his mouth with the syringe in his hand. Picking up the red lighter he began heating the bottom of the spoon with the orange flame. The liquid in the spoon began to shake and bubble from the heat. Soon enough he dropped the lighter and picked up a cotton ball from the case. Placing the ball onto the spoon the golden liquid began to polute the cotton. With this all down the syringe was removed from his mouth and poked into the cotton ball. Tugged on the plunger the chamber filled once again, but with that golden colour.

Into the eternal highway that golden mistress traveled. Like the golden sun, bringing warmth and light and awakening this dark world with life once again...

+

"Syd...Syd...Syd!"
Closed eyes opened to a shaking world, everything was moving. Infront of Syd a woman that looked about twenty was ontop of him shaking him back and forward. Reality began to return to Syd, the feeling of an insane heat all over him was the first thing to come. His eyes strayed closed but that woman kept yelling at him, she seemed so worried, but what was happening. WHACK! That woman suddenly threw a punch which smacked Syd right across his face.
"Wake the fuck up! Don't you fucking die!"
That one word, die, brought Syd back into the world for a bit. Was he dead? Was he dieing? But how? His memory slowly returned to him, aswell as his vision. Ontop of him was the woman he loved, Skye. Tears pouring down her face.

"I'm not dead." Syd managed to say while getting shaked around. The shaking stopped for a while followed by Skye coming forward and embracing Syd in her arms.
"You fucking dick! Why the hell did you do that! I thought you were dead!" Skye spoke with a whimpering voice, trying to hold back those tears. She pulled away from the hold and looked Syd in the eyes. "How long have you been doing Heroin?! Why haven't you told me before?!" Syd looked blankly back at Skye and sighed.
"Nearly a year." He spoke, his voice guilty. Standing Skye began pacing Syd's bedroom, sadness turning to anger. Her mouth would open but close, she just didn't know what to say. Shaking her head she just walked out of the bedroom. Getting to his feet Syd staggered after her, bouncing against walls. Looking around Syd watched Skye walk out the door of the apartment. Swearing under his breath Syd chased after her, wearing only a pair of jeans revealing the dried blood on his arm.

Running down the blank and bruised stairs after Skye his legs began to give out, and he quickly fell to the ground and down the stairs. By the time he could even stand Skye was gone. Resting his head against the stairs wall Syd gritted his teeth with anger, but all that he could think about was his liquid lover, and how she could take all that pain and make it dissapear....

02-15-2009, 06:11 AM	#1
Hour Sr. Member Join Date: Jun 2008 Posts: 525 Grams: 5,067.27 Thanks: 242 Thanked 193 Times in 138 Posts Stock Portfolio Total Value: 0.000 Gain/Loss: 0.000%	Not Dark Yet: Prologue Just an idea for a story I might just start writing for fun. It's just the prologue, and is like the ending scene of the main characters life, and he's over dosing. And then the chapters following would be of his life up to that point. I think it could turn out well. Critism welcome and wanted: Cigarette smoke, harsh and heavy grunge, a lone shirtless man, and various drugs. The scene for which a man who has lost his mind will find his final resting place, like many others before him. His long dirty brown hair hung in the air as he leant back on his chair, one foot on a table. Red eyes looked around the dark room, the last sights this man would ever know. This mans eyes finally landed upon a pile of clothes, a shirt with a jacket ontop of it, below that a leather belt. Standing the shirtless man put out the end of his cigarette and headed to the clothing pile. But he wasn't there for the shirt, nor the jacket, but the leather belt beneath it all. Taking said belt he returns to his wooden chair and prepears himself. On the table infront of him lays many drug related items, and other various things. An ashtray with many cigarette butts put out on it, a lighter, two empty packs of cigarettes, a 1CC syringe, a small bottle of water, a bag of black tar heroin, three lines of cocaine, a blackened spoon, a bit of cotton, and a notebook. Picking up the lighter the man begins flicking the flint again and again, but no flame would come. Tossing the empty lighter away he burys his hand into his black jeans and pulls out another lighter. His hands shook as he held the lighter up, the flame dancing from his breath. Placing the lighter on the table the man picks up that baggie of black tar heroin. Looking at the substance with dull, lifeless eyes, the man opens it up and puts the rest onto his blackened spoon. Tossing the empty bag to the ground he picks up his syringe and bottle of water. Extracting the water into the chamber of the syringe the man takes a breath and empties the syringe into the spoon. Picking the spoon up carefully the man took up his lighter and lit the bottom of the spoon ablaze. The dark brown heroin began to mix with the water, creating something which could take a man to another world. Just a bit of water, a little brown ball, and a bit of heat. That's all it took. What followed was the cotton ball, placed into the dark pool, and getting infected with the drug. The ball would be enveloped in the brown colour, to some it would look disgusting, as though it was not meant to be anywhere near the human body, but to this man and every other junkie in the world, this was the greatest colour. The man admired this for minutes before finally taking up the syringe and impaling the cotton. Loading the chamber up like a bullet he raised the needle to the sky and flicked, squirted, then put the syringe in his mouth, holding it with his teeth. Taking that leather belt and wrapping it around his arm the mans veins popped out, the eternal freeways of a humans body, and about to be contaminated with a dirty drug. Replacing the syringe with the tip of the belt the man placed the needle tip parallel to the vein. Slightly curving inward, before the tip of the needle entered the freeway, the blood rushing up into the syringe, before being pushed in. All at once the man lost grip on the world. Finally he had reached peace, finally he had got to his Eternal Bliss. Falling back into the arms of his chair, the man was taken by his love to another world. His pain was no longer... __________________ "This chapter's going to be a close one, Smoke rings I know your going to blow one"

02-16-2009, 05:35 AM	#2
Hour Sr. Member Join Date: Jun 2008 Posts: 525 Grams: 5,067.27 Thanks: 242 Thanked 193 Times in 138 Posts Stock Portfolio Total Value: 0.000 Gain/Loss: 0.000%	Chapter I Chapter I "Shit man, since when could you sing?" Syd was instantly snapped out of his dazing as his friend Chris walked down towards him. The two were in the school auditorium afterschool, and alone. A chuckle left Syd's lips as he watched Chris approach him. "I'm not that good really" Syd replied as Chris hopped up onto stage with a grin on his face. "You are fucking great! No shit! Do you play any instruments?" "If you say so man. I've played guitar for 'bout two years now, but that's it man." Said Syd as he stood up off the stool he was sitting on. "Real? Bro, you gotta be the lead singer for this band I'm in! Well was in till the old singer quit on us. But yeah, you gotta join us! We're a grunge band, and man you sing some good Alice in Chains!" Stroking his chin Syd thought about the idea. He was pretty shy about his singing, and would rather play guitar, but singing could work. "I'll give it a try, man. Who else is in it?" "Max, Cam, and Trey! You'll settle in so good!" Chris then held out his hand to Syd, with a look of anticipation on his face. His hand was met with Syd's and so the band would begin. "Now let's go have a sesh in celebration!" Never turning down a good session Syd walked out of the auditorium with Chris. "What's the band name anyway man?" "We haven't really figured it out yet!" Chris said with a chuckle, "But the top choices right now are either 'Eternal Bliss' or just plain 'Bliss'. Might come out with something else later." "Sweet names!" Syd replied enthusiastically. The two left the school gates happily, and walking quickly to the shops near the school, also known as New Market. Only a few kids were walking down the long hill from school, as school had gotten out thirty minutes earlier. "So where we gonna sesh, man?"Syd asked Chris as the two quickly flew down the hill. "How bout that small shitty school with the half pipe? Everybody's probably already out by now." "Sounds good man!" About fifteen minutes the two arrived at the back street school. As predicted nobody was there. Walking across the small field to the broken and battered half pipe Syd and Chris were finally at their destination! One after the other the two boys climbed up the ladder onto the halfpipe, where they sat down, legs over the edge. Chris pulled his backpack off and unzipped it. He then pulled out a silver tin from said bag, a large green Marijuana leaf on it. Opening it up the two teenagers looked upon one of their favourite things in the world, six joints side by side. Taking one each the two boys each lit up and sat back talking. "Man, look at us! We look like such Scumbags! Dressed all dirty and fucked up, smoking some joints in a shitty school, and in a band! We are the type of guy that parents wouldn't want their little girls hanging out with!" Syd said, followed by the two laughing insanely. "Fuck yeah! We are Scumbags! The defintion of Scumbags! If you looked in a dictionary for the word Scumbag there would be a picture of us!" At that point Syd broke out in laughter, tears forming in his eyes. "Dude, dude, dude, holy shit! Imagine a dictionary! And then a picture of us beside 'Scumbag' with cheesy grins and doing thumbsup with both hands!" Chris took about three seconds to get the picture in his head, before joining in laughter with Syd. Just as the laughter began to die down one of the worst things any stoner could imagine happened. "You two, stop what you're doing! Freeze!" Looking up Chris and Syd's eyes layed upon a police officer who was on the other side of the gate into the school, which was locked. To get in you'd have to jump up onto a bin then over a fence. With that in mind the two teenagers slid down the halfpipe, bags in hand and quickly onto backs, and then started running away from the fence! It was then one of the greatest one-liners ever written was yelled out by Chris. "Try and catch me, Bitch!!!" Laughing the two boys jumped the back fence into somebodys backyard and ran around the front. The place was pretty run down, and loads of places to escape through. Not looking back the two sprinted down the back streets, heading to where most people hung out. "Fuck man, that was so awesome!" Chris spoke in between breaths. Both boys were worn out from running so far and so fast. "Hell yeah! Shit, it's so hard to breath!" "I know man! Haha!" As the two finally caught their breath they came out of their hiding spot behind the cinemas and walked down the main street. Most of their mates usually went to Burger King after school, nobody really knows why. It's just always been the hanging place for teenagers. Crossing the road, the sight of five or so people out side smoking came into view. "Oh man, my fucking ex and her friends are all there." Syd spoke as his eyes layed upon the girl. The two had gone out for a short while, about four months, and used to be pretty close. Till the breakup, and where everything started going downhill for Syd. "Just ignore them, they hate me too, but whatever." "Guess so." Both walked past the group into the sliding doors of burger king. All was quiet. A few exchanges of glances before both Chris and Syd were inside. Looking into the back the two spot Max and Cam in the very back. Coming over the two groups joined into one. "Sup dude!" Max blurted out as Syd and Chris came into view. "Fuck you're stoned man!" Laughing the red eyed boys sat down beside them. "Dude we just ran from the cops! We were at that shitty halfpipe school, blazing, and they came. We both gapped and I yelled out 'Try and catch me, bitch!' and we went down the backstreets!" Chris explained to Cam and Max. As Chris was doing so, Syd took Max and Cam's drink and began to satisfy his cotton mouth. "Oh, and also Syd is joining our band as the singer! He's fucking so good man!" Max and Cam looked over at Syd as Chris spoke. "You sing? Give us a listen!" Cam asked Syd who just laughed. "Not right now man, we're in burger king and I'm stoned out of my mind!" "Fair enough! But yeah, when should we have band practice then?" Max then said. Meanwhile Chris had left to go get some munchies! "Trey said we can always go to his for it, so how about sunday?" Proposed Cam who was replied with a nod of Max's head. Chris soon returned witha tray of burgers and chips! Behind him Syd noticed his ex-girlfriends group of friends entering burger king and sitting at the other side of it, looking at Syd, Chris, Max and Cam. The groups pretty much hated eachother, well except nobody really hated Cam from the girl group. Syd's eyes layed upon his ex, Paige, who was looking at him. She had already moved on after two weeks, with a guy Syd really hated. It was like she was trying to cause him pain. It didn't help that he was Bi-Polar either, which made shit pretty wack. "I'm not really hungry today man, I think I might just head home." Syd then said, not wanting to be anywhere near his ex, since he was in love with her once. "Dude, sit down man, who gives a fuck about them?" Chris then pulled Syd back down to the seat before returning to eating. "Alright then, but we'll leave after eating?" Syd was replied with a simple nod, before he too went into munching on his burger and chips. With the tray of food destroyed the group stood up and headed to the front of Burger King, passing the group of girls. Max's ex was also there, who hated the shit out of him. It was not a good scenario at all. Quickly exiting the four made there way along the road to do whatever stoners do best, wander. Their wandering was soon ended as they stopped at the crossing lights. In that time the group of girls had followed, and caught up. "Why the fuck are you showing up here?!" Turning their heads the boys looked to see Paige yelling at Syd. "I mean, what the fuck, Syd! Are you stalking me or some fucking shit?!" "Calm down, seriously. I'm just hanging out around here, not following you to watch what-ever the fuck you do." Syd replied, looking face to face at Paige, the first time in quite some time. "Well can you just fuck off? You've already done enough damage here, so just fuck off!" "You fucking followed me! And what damage?" "Don't you remember when you hooked up with that chick three days after we broke up? Well?!" Syd just groaned, he had told her so many times that he hadn't hooked up with anybody. She tried to hookup with him, but he stopped her. "I didn't do anything with her! I've fucking told you already! I mean you went and got with John, and gave him a fucking handjob! I did fucking nothing!" SLAP! Paige's hand smacked across Syd's face harshly. Then again. "Stop being a phsyco bitch! You fucking did it!" "Fuck you Syd!! You made me do it, pretty much! So fuck you!" "Whatever, can't be fucked with this shit." With that Syd walked off down the road, the public watching the scene quietly. Chris, Max and Cam followed and caught up to him. "You okay dude?" Max asked him as they reached him. "Yeah, I'm just gonna go home man. That fully killed my high." "Alright, well give us a txt when you wanna meet up or anything!" Syd then parted ways with the group, put his headphones in, then zoned out. Things had really gone downhill recently, really badly. Suicide had even come out to play with Syd. But nobody really knew at all what was happening with Syd, his mind was fucked up from life and drugs. Being bipolar also didn't help. But still he kept on walking home, thinking to himself, going slowly crazy one step at a time...

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