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Drugs Were Made for Addicts Like Me

Behold

"That's it baby, good girl," he moaned.
I was ready to kill him. Sink my teeth down and snap closed like an alligator on prey. But I couldn't. Self control, Ankhah. My jaw was starting to hurt from the awkward, hinged angle. I kept going and started to gag from him pushing my head further down. god, it feels like I've been at this for hours. My throat was sore, my jaw was aching, I was gagging. The bastard grabbed a handful of my hair and as I felt his climax spray into my mouth he yanked my head forward, making me violently gag and tears spring into my eyes. He held me there for a few minutes and then tossed my head away. I sat for a few minutes to catch my breath and wipe my mouth then I stood up.
"Give it. I gave you what you wanted."
He rolled his eyes and tossed me the small packet, "Now get out." I held the small silver packet in my hand, and walked shamefully out of the tour bus. Band managers are easy. They have the best connections to get your fix, and most are jealous of how much ass their clients get so they'll take any chance they can to cheat on their wives and hop on you.
I walked aimlessly around the different bands' booths and signing tables and through the happy, chattering fans. Four random teenage girls decked out in every black veil brides thing accessory available with bad dye jobs and over enthusiastic makeup and smiles ran up to me. I could see where this was going from a mile away.
"Oh my god! Ankhah Biersack! We love BVB! We love Andy!!"
"No I love him more!" Giggles and more stupid giggles. "No that's me I'm gonna marry him one day!"
I looked down at them with narrowed, condescending eyes. I was a fairly tall girl. With that I wore a lot of high heels so that added a couple of inches. Tall and skinny. A lot of people said I had the supermodel look, minus the DD sets in front. A great asset for getting my drugs when I didn't have money. A lot like my dad in that sense. I got fed up with the teenage bullshit in a few seconds.
"Is there a reason you're standing in my way wasting my time?"
Their smiles quickly dropped and a couple of them blushed. The ugly one spoke. "We just wanted to know if we could get your autograph..."
"No."
I walked on through the middle of them. I had no time or patience for 14 year old fan girls of my fathers.
A few more minutes of more wandering and ignoring my name being called and friendly waves to me I stopped when I heard a familiar sound.

I'll carry you away from the fire.
My desire, Devil's choir.

Shit.
That meant that they were around somewhere. I quickly slipped the silver packet into my boot, resting it beside my calf. I looked around and finally saw them. Signing crap and smiling happily to girls I would have shooed away. Good. They hadn't noticed me. I turned on my heel and walked the opposite direction, looking down at my feet when I knocked into a body.
I looked up with a furrowed brow and saw Juliet. Fucking great.
"Hey baby!"
I pushed past her with an obvious sour look. "What do you want?"
"Just saying hi. What have you been up to today?"
The dumb bitch was following behind me. "None of your business." God she annoys me. I pulled a cigarette and a lighter from my left boot and lit it between my lips and took a long drag, still walking away not paying Juliet any attention.
"Honey, Daddy doesn't like it when you smoke. You're too pretty for that."
"Drop dead."
"Hey I have an idea! Why don't me and you take a day off and go shopping and go to the spa and just have a girls day?"
"How about you stick to fucking my dad and leave me alone?"
i heard her stop behind me, no longer following me. She was probably going to sulk and pout now. I had a pounding headache. I needed to smoke my Aqua.
Aqua was a fairly new drug that had hit the rave and party scene a couple of years ago. It was a lot like crack except you exhaled rainbow neon colored smoke and it was a downer. My drug of choice.
After walking about ten more minutes down the street I sat ivy the dumpsters of a restaurant where men in tuxes and ladies in evening gowns were laughing happily with each other. I dropped to the cold concrete and pulled the gold crack pipe, lighter and silver packet of Aqua rocks from my boot and set them in front of me.
"Mind if I sit with you?"
I jumped. I looked up and saw a boy with bright green eyes ringed in black and long black hair. He looked like my dad when he was younger. I shook my head slowly and he lowered himself to the ground beside me. I messed with my pipe while I took him in.
"So what's your name?"
"Ankhah."
I decided he wasn't of any threat to me and I went back to opening the silver packet. I ripped it open and two small green and pink rocks fell into the palm of my hand. I placed them in the pipe and lit it. I fell back against the wall and took a deep inhale, blowing out swirls of pink and green.
"I'm Ivy."
I looked to him, feeling the high start to kick in. I was lost in his eyes. Still staring at him I took another drag. I smiled at him for some unknown reason, feeling my head start to spin and my skin start to tingle. He smiled back, "What?" I dipped my head down and then back up, watching the colors change on the wall in front of me. I stared in wonder. I slipped my fingers through the frays and patches on my jeans and felt every part of the fibers, I'd never had such a sense for touch. I looked at Ivy's arm as he drank from his cup of coffee ands let my mind swirl around the intricate pattern of tattoos on his arm. He looked inviting. I suddenly took his arm in my hands, taking a few more drags of the green and pink smoke and let my eyes run wild in the safari of the ink in his skin. Then I put his arm around my shoulders, and fell into his side. He was soft, warm, like a pillow. He tensed for a moment and then relaxed, letting his arm drape over me as I let my head fall into his lap as my eyes shot like a rocket into the starry night of the galaxy, seeing the meaning of every individual star.