THE CENTER

CHAPTER FOUR

Lollipop and I were getting along way better than I expected, I mean when I imagined how my roommate will behave I thought of blood everywhere but nothing like that has happened....... Yet. We had our occasional fights which ended up with her muttering angrily and I smirking evilly because I threw any sharp object or anything that I know will cause her pain at her, almost cutting her ear off.

Right now I have a problem.

A very big problem.

It was the night before I was to officially start attending classes and I wasn't planning to go till it suddenly started. The constant shaking and body itching, the fact that I kept looking over my shoulder, and the serious urge to pick a fight and be violent.

I needed my drugs.

I took drugs in other to escape my stupid f*****g world where I had my demons. I had my problems, problems that I solved but are still hunting my dreams so the only thing I can use to relax and get some f*****g piece and quiet is my drugs.

I woke up before lollipop due to my twitching and decided to take my bath since I couldn't sleep again if I tried. Before I enter the shower I look at myself in the mirror with disgust and satisfaction etched on my face.

I had different marks and scars to carry with me forever, some them came from the beating my father gave me, some of them from running from the police, some from the beating I got from when I don't deliver the drugs to the right person, from prison, but most from him, my tormentor, my demon and ending.

Him.

I shivered as I shook my head to clear out my last thought. I quickly took my bath and when I finished I noticed that I didn't bring my clothes and my towel to the bathroom so I open the door quietly and slowly so I would not make any noise.

Lollipop was still asleep so I relaxed a bit and stepped out of the bathroom. I quickly took my towel and covered my body and my hair that was dripping wet. I dried my body wore my clothes.

I wore a big white shirt with a black hose and bum short with a knee high black socks and a black ankle boots. For my hair I packed it into a bum and I was ready.

I didn't carry a school bag because I had no books and I was not patient enough to go and ask for it when I needed to stop my twitching for my drugs.

By the time I finished dressing up it was 6:30 and I knew that some people will be awake by this time so I left the room quietly not bothering to wake lollipop because if she did want to go to school she would have been awake and I didn't care about her.

The hall outside our room was empty of any other person apart from me but I could hear the voices of some people at the further end of the hallway. After some time I noticed that some people started coming out of their rooms so I decided to give myself a tour around the school.

I did not know where any of classes were and I did not think it was good decision to ask for help among these savages and beasts.

I don't really care about going to class, I mean I couldn't give a flying f**k about learning but I had to lay low for the time being because I was very sure that the police officer will ask the headmaster if I missed any of my classes.

I walk round the school a few times memorising every thing, like the double doors that I saw a sign on that said restricted area with camera's around the area and a few other places that were a bit weird but I didn't have time to look into it because I saw people entering their classes.

I walk around a bit more before I identified my class. It was easy to find because all the classes were practically next to each other, meaning that when I finish a class I was only moving a few feet after I walk out of the class.

I got to my class which was closed. I open the door and noticed everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at me and it was very alarming that I had to fight the scroll the was forming on my face.

I didn't say anything as I took my sit at the dark corner of the class and a few minutes later every body returned to their usual conversation. I could here a group of boys talking about something in a hushed manner.

"Look I am serious, I heard that he almost killed his therapist and that was his fourth therapist" a boy with a girly voice whispered to his friends.

"I heard he almost killed his roommate and that was why he was put in the restricted area and-"

I was interrupted from my listening when a boy came to sit next to me.

He had the typical face of a stupid fucker who is always high and some one who liked causing trouble. He had a nose ring hair that was dyed purple.

He was a typical drug dealer

I watched him silently waiting for him to talk to me and ask me the question that I was patiently waiting for.

"I recognize a buyer anywhere and anytime so, what do you want? I got cocaine, clozoapine, biomocriptine, weed. I have every thing you need so, take your pick" he said confidently.

I looked at him for awhile not a really sure that I can trust him and he must have seen the indifference on my face because he quickly said,

"Don't worry, this is a legit transaction, it is safe and no mistakes are made. No one will find out" he said almost cooly but also defensive so I knew something was not right but I had no choice because I was in serious need of my drugs to cool me down.

"Fine, give me Prozac, cymbata and Zoloft" I said quietly and he genuinely looked shocked at the drugs I take but I did not care, I needed my drugs urgently.

"Damn she is even more f****d up than I thought" he muttered to himself probably thinking that I couldn't here him. I Ignored him because I needed my drugs more than picking a fight with someone who could possibly be my future dealer.

A few minutes later I was given my drugs and I quickly put one of each of them in my mouth and chewed without water. I stuffed the rest of my drugs in my pocket just as the teacher arrived.

"Hello, to all of you shitbags that don't know me, I am Mr Williams your counselor and gym teacher and I don't like taking s**t from anybody so do not test me" Mr Williams said strictly but most of us were not looking at him but at the person beside him.

"By now all of you all student know this Is not a new student but he will be learning with you from now on because of the last incident that happened to his teacher".

The student were whispering among each other and I heard that boy whispering to his friends

"Its him, he is the one, he is here" he said with fear.

Now I know who the restricted area is for.

Its for HIM.

Any thought???

Well, I feel like I should change lollipop's name.

Fuck, I can't believe someone has there own restricted area, its kind of cool.

Shits about to go down now that he is in class, I can't wait.??

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