In a lonely dorm room numbered 420, a young man was just beginning to awake. The room's floor was covered in dirty cloths, skateboards, panties that the owner of the room didn't even know if it was a girl's or his, oh and for an a odd reason a bag of peaches was sitting on top of a desk.
The young man stood up slowly, but it didn’t take long for him to notice his legs...well his legs were shot at the moment. Falling face down to the floor the young man started to let out a wide range of swears, most of them having to do with intercourse and goats. The youth finely stood up, walked over to the mirror, and started at himself for a quick moment.
Jonathan Salvatore Jr or Johnny as he liked to be called started back at his mirror appearance. His arms were slightly red for falling asleep on them, he had vomit all over his shirt and face, but as we all know it's not the best idea to fall asleep in a pool of your own vomit, but hey he couldn't reach the bed so f**k it. There was a bandage covering his entire left arm and his back.
"Bandage?' Johnny said to himself as he poked it, and instantly he cringed in pain, irony about going on benders is usually you don't remember what you did. In fact many things were off about Johnny's...mourning? Night? Afternoon? Well whatever time it was it was a weird wake up call.
He was bandaged all over his left arm and his back, peaches on his desk, oh and a naked woman lying in his bed with a Bart Simpsons bask on her face. "God damn even I think that's weird." Johnny thought as he walked deiced to get some air, but first...
"GET THE F**K UP SLUT!!!!" Johnny screamed in the woman's ear, and instantly he was met with a hard right hook to the face. It turns out girls that give it up to a stranger in a burger king bathroom, and then again in a dorm bedroom while wearing a Bart Simpson mask don’t' appreciate being called a slut. The woman put back on her cloths that were left on the floor, and quickly took Johnny's unnoticed wallet form the nightstand and walked out of the young man's room.
As he started to get back up from the sucker punch Johnny finely understood why his Uncle prefer the male gender to the female, but then again his uncle also tried to make a pass at him at the last family Christmas party so maybe he didn't understand him that well.
Johnny grabbed his own cloths off the floor and finely got rid of that breeze hitting against his body, nothing fancy, just some ripped jeans, a skull t-shirt with a crappy collared shirt that smelled like colane, turkey and weed, his favorite smell. Johnny walked out his dorm room door, but not before putting on his trademark black & white converses, black skull hat and his cross necklace.
Johnny spent some time walking around campus, nothing new, people hooking up, people breaking up, teachers screwing students, students screw students, janitors screwing.......well their screwing something that's something he was sure of.
Since he came to campus he was already aware that something was off about the school, well more off then a normal school, he remembered how his father had told him how their had been some murders once a upon a time ago. That wasn't the odd part; the odd part was there were no suspects.
Now there are many murders that have no suspects, but then it happened again, and again, and again. His father wanted to know more, but his father wasn't a idiot, murders usually at least get some press, this didn't, no coverage what so ever, but like I said, Johnny's father wasn’t a idiot, if no one wanted to look into it there was a reason, and his father wasn’t going to mess with people that can cover up mass murders.
In all honesty though Johnny didn't give a damn though, what he cared about was passing his drug test, he hadn't done anything but drink, drink, drink till his eyes were red as a blood in the morning, though that didn't help much, he was slowly starting to feel the effects of withdrawal. Yesterday in class, he couldn't stop his fingers form twitching, and soon to chills would start.
His test was today, at the hospital near the school, and thanks the lord he had a friends who worked there, he'd get one of the nurse to switch his Uren with a clean one. Then right after that, he'd been hit up the local dealer Eight ball. He needs some more heroin, and he only had at least half a quarter left of weed. Well soon, he'd be in the clear.
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Everything went perfectly like always, his P.O. was at peace knowing he was "Clean" and now he could shoot up again before he started dancing with purple elephants in a banana hammock in the courtyard again.
He took out his I-phone (product placement! ;D) and dialed 8-ball's number.
"Richey rich! My man!" Eight ball always loved to hear from Johnny.
"Hey eight I need to restock." Johnny said in a weary voice, he was slowly feeling worse and worse as time went on."
"Can't" Eight ball said in a monotone voice.
"Why the f***k not!" He screamed at the top of his lungs. He was sure that most of the people around the hospital heard him, but he didn't give a damn, he wanted what he needed.
"You owe."
"So you know I'm good for it. Just let me slide."
"No. I want it now."
"Why you busting my balls?" Probably he caught his girl drifting again.
"Listen kid there’s been a lot of strange things going down you out and I aint hitting up no spot that's hot on the radar. Peace kid."
With that, Johnny heard 8-ball hang up the phone. He stood there still for a complete minute. Thinking, thinking on how he's going to find another connect he can trust, and that wouldn't be a problem if he was at his normal rate, but he was slowly fading into withdrawal and he knew it was a bad thing when he wasn’t in the best mental state, he couldn't trust himself.
Johnny walked out of his room when he started to hear a scream, he followed to wear he heard it, their sitting in a bed was some another student screaming about revenge. He knew who the kid was, well not really. He knew the kid's name was Jason and that was it. Though he was interested in this person’s problems, he had his own.
The young man slowly staggered out of the hospital and sat on the steps, he could see to his left a girl was also sitting there. He felt like hanging out with her, or at least striking up a short convo. He needed to keep his mind of the horror that he was in store for when he finely ran out of his stash.
He looked at the girl and noticed that she looked sick, or petrified, probably both. "You doing ok sweetheart?" He asked in a kind voice to the upset girl on the hospital steps.