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She laughs lightly, shaking her head. “Don’t worry, I never will. I’ve been around enough people who have and have seen plenty of shit to keep me as far away from that as possible.”
I excuse myself, grabbing my purse and the small bag before ducking into the bathroom. I know that Amethyst has seen people shoot up before, even if she had never done it herself. It still felt disrespectful for me to sit there and do it in front of her. If she was an IV drug user herself, it never would have been a question. We both would have shot up on the couch.
It’s different when you’re around people that don’t inject. There’s almost an unspoken sense of disgust, from both of us. She may not seem disgusted, but how can you not be? I mean, I even am with myself. So, instead, I hide and shoot up in my own company, passing out on the bathroom floor as I succumb to the heroin.
* * *
I wakeup slowly to the sound of someone pounding on the bathroom door.
“Ainsley, goddammit,” Amethyst growls at me through the door. “You better open this shit up right now. Court is gonna be pissed if I have to kick down the door, but Killian is going to murder me if something happened to you.”
A groan falls from my lips and my eyelids are so fucking heavy. I fight against it, peeling my eyes open into small slits. I widen them, just enough for me to navigate through the bathroom on my hands and knees. I lean up on my knees, reaching with one hand for the doorknob. I struggle, my hand slipping every time I try to grip it and turn. I’m fucking floating right now, higher than the goddamn stars.
Finally, my grip tightens on the knob and I’m able to open it before collapsing back onto the floor. Amethyst pushes open the door, just barely missing the side of my head as it swings open. “Girl, what the hell are you doing on the floor?”
“Flying.” I give her a lazy grin, looking up at her and her twin as they stare down at me. My vision is completely distorted, because I know for a fact that there’s only one of her looking at me.
“How about you fly out to the couch instead of lying on the bathroom floor?” She laughs, leaning against the doorframe. “I’ll help you.”
I push her hand away as I slowly make my way to my hands and knees. “I got it.” I don’t want her help. I’m capable of doing this myself. I may be fucked up, but I’m not rendered helpless. It takes me a minute and my legs are so damn wobbly, but eventually I make it to my feet.
My feet fight against me, feeling like they’re weighed down by sandbags as I walk out into the living room. I steady myself against the wall, using that as support as my body sways back and forth. Amethyst rolls her eyes, watching me stumble like a newborn giraffe until I finally make it to the couch. She doesn’t say anything, but her facial expression says enough. I should have just accepted her help.
I collapse onto the couch, landing with my head on a pillow as I roll onto my side. This is much more desirable than the cool tile floor in the bathroom. And I’m already high, so if I’m being judged right now, I can’t feel it. From the way Amethyst’s eyes look and the way she absentmindedly picks at a string on her shirt, it’s safe to say that she’s fucked up too.
“Do you have a job?” I ask her, my words slurred as I break the silence. It’s the most random thing that I could have possibly said. I don’t know shit about this girl, but I’m asking about her job?
“Yep.” She snaps her gum. “I work at Better Daze Dispensary.”
My brows pinch together. “Like the weed dispensary? How did you get a job there?”
“It’s part of the Better Daze Treatment Facility. They employ all of their patients when they get to a certain point in their recovery.” She shrugs with a smile. “You know, trying to get them back into being contributing members of society.”
I’m even more confused. “You were in rehab?”
“Mhm.” She nods, her smile faltering. “A few times, but it’s obviously never stuck. I like the job though and need money, so I paid a pretty penny for some clean piss from Mrs. Jenkins’s daughter next door.”
As if life wants to continue fucking me, the air leaves my sails. I didn’t think that getting a job where Amethyst works was a possibility, but any hope that I had before is completely gone. “They wouldn’t hire me then, would they?”
“Girl,” Amethyst sighs, blinking at me. “You’re a fucking junkie, active in their addiction. Nowhere that drug tests is gonna hire you. You gotta get your shit together and go into treatment first.”
I sigh, hanging my head in defeat. What she says is the truth, even though it’s a hard pill to swallow. I struggle to function from day to day anyway. There’s no way that I would be able to work an entire shift without nodding out, unless I figured out how to dose myself properly. I shake my head. It would never work.
“Last question,” I say, lifting my head. I swallow hard over the knives in my throat. The bile rises before the words slip from my lips. “Is there anything going on with you and Killian? Or was there ever?”
“Look, I love Kill, he’s really a great guy.” Amethyst leans forward, her eyes boring holes into mine. “He’s not the one who was put on this earth for me. He only has eyes for you, Ainsley. No one else in this world matters to him, but you.”
I eye her skeptically, feeling the weight instantly lift from my chest. “You wouldn’t lie, would you?”
Amethyst rolls her eyes. “Why would I? If you ask me about Courtland though, I might have to lie.”
“You and Courtland?”
She shrugs. “It’s complicated.”
I sigh and Amethyst stares off into space, lost in her own thoughts.
Everything in life is complicated.
