"I guess we'll just have to be screwed up together."
Evelyn Woods is a 17 year old girl on the verge of being forced to go to rehab. When she meets a boy named Gustav, what happens when she realizes there's someone worse off than her?
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"bring me down, it's not that easy. lay me down, just please don't leave me. i remember you were climbin' on top of me, why you actin' like you fuckin' forgot me? i've been dreamin' about a place out in hollywood. tell my mama that i'm movin' to hollywood."
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when i got home, it was extremely hard to explain why i was limping and why i looked like an absolute wreck. nor why i was wearing clothes that weren't mine. i simply chose to plead the fifth and return back to my room to sulk.
i felt dirty and not sexually liberated like i thought i would have. the painkillers had finally wore off and now the cut on my foot and the 'pretty much' stab wound in my lower abdomen were causing me so much pain it was becoming harder to ignore, whether peep did a good job stitching me back up or not.
when i'm alone, i overthink.
right now, my current thoughts are convincing me to never go back to gustav's again. i probably shouldn't have even returned there in the first place, but i promise i had no idea that's where i was driving until i had gotten there.
the come down off the drugs is pushing me to extreme nausea so i pushed my door open and took off towards the bathroom, attempting to stay off my bad foot.
i leaned over the toilet on my knees and vomited all of the contents of my stomach into the porcelain, which was mainly alcohol because there wasn't much in my system that i hadn't already puked up. when i was finished, i closed the lid and plopped down onto my butt, groaning loudly.
everything hurts. i sighed and flushed the toilet.
i'm hungry, but i immediately grimaced at the thought of eating anything and immediately throwing it back up again.
i desperately need an amazing, long, steaming hot shower.
"is everything okay in there?" i heard my father calmly question through the door.
"yes, dad. do you think you could bring me some clothes so i can take a shower?" i pleaded with him. i was home on time so there isn't a huge reason for either of my parents to be angry with me but with the state i'm in, i'd probably be busting a nut out of worry right now.
"sure thing, kiddo." i heard him call, already a good couple of feet from the door. a minute or two went by until i heard a knock. i opened it, surprised to see my mom's face instead of my dad's, and although i shouldn't be upset about that—for some reason i am.
"your father sent me instead. he figured you might want to talk to me about these sorts of things because i'm of the female sex as well." well, he was wrong. i rolled my eyes as she pushed passed me into the decently large bathroom—not caring the slightest bit about privacy.
