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An addicts memories

Reaching through the car window, she hit me. About 4 times to be exact, and I smiled a wicked smile. I leaned back in the passenger seat, and gave her forehead a few solid kicks. Her head broke open easily, and blood gushed into her eye. I scrambled back into position and told Nessa to back out and drive away. I looked at our surroundings and everyone was watching, choosing sides, antagonizing the girl I'd just defended myself from. Whispering what they thought was happening, and what they'd tell thier friends. While my "frenemy" was staggering backwards into the arms of a mutual friend. This was me, a pill fiend, with enemies for days. Irresponsible, careless, and selfish. I was an addict, and a cocky one at that. Chaos was my comfortable. And if you asked me, I was invincable.
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