Harvest The Heart II Closed
He gently removed his hands from her and rolled away, slowly so that he didn't wake her. Mikey sat on the edge of the bed and glanced over his shoulder at his sleeping fiance. Her hand was still curled around the arm that was no longer there, her leg bent around the hip that was missing from beneath her.Â
Pushing himself up and off of the bed Mikey padded over to Abby's drawers. He had figured that, had she suspected anything, she would search through his drawers and not think to look through her own for anything he could be hiding from her. He glanced over his shoulder again at Abby as she laid, still sleeping, with the sheets wrapped around her. He looked behind her head at the clock and stared at it until the red numbers, that had read 3:36am, bleed into a roaring inferno before his eyes.Â
Lately he hadn't had enough time to even think about his vices, let alone do anything about them. He'd been so caught up in Abby's transgressions that he'd had no time for himself. He took the packet of cigarettes out of her drawer and moved towards the door, glancing back once more and returning to her, leaving her with a soft kiss on the lips, before gently closing the door behind him.
Once he reached the low brick wall he slumped against it and thought about Amanda - the angles of her face and the rhythm of her breathing. Once, that was all it had taken to make her appear. That telepathy had been severed years ago by Amanda, who knew they could never go back. He'd wonder what she was doing and then hear a hushed knock on the door of his bedroom, her face flushed from running silently through the castle, a smile plastered on her face. "What?" She'd ask. "You wanted something?"Â
Just the mental image of her, so much younger and innocent looking, was enough to make him reach for the packet next to him and pull out a cigarette, light it and let out the smoke slowly. It wasn't until the sun had started to rise and the, once full, packet beside him was now empty that he realised he'd gotten carried away.Â
And yet, it still wasn't enough.
He pulled out his phone and typed in the number that he'd sworn never to ring again, but had memorized for just-in-case times. Once the call was done he deleted it from his phone history and went to the gates of the school, waiting for the small truck to pull up. He was handed a small package and in return he gave the man a wad of cash.Â
Mikey went back to his own room to shower and wash off the smell of the smoke, ensuring he wouldn't wake Abby in the process. Having the small package made his heart leap and almost made him feel like he was high already, without putting anything new into his system.Â
He went back to Abby's room, not bothering to be quiet and purposefully making her stir. He kissed her quickly and told her he was going for a run, then vacated the room before she could make any snide remark or offer to race him.Â
But, of course, he didn't go for a run. Instead he went behind the dorm block, out by the bins. It wasn't exactly the most hygienic place but it would do for now. He emptied his pockets, letting the spoon and lighter and Ziploc bag and needle and tourniquet fall onto his lap. He smirked and then get to work, taking hit after hit of the liquid gold, letting his head tip back in pure ecstasy.Â
Now he didn't have to think about Abby trying to kill herself or Laura and her mood swings or Amanda and how she'd walked away like he'd meant nothing to her. The fact that Grant hated him didn't cross his mind, it didn't matter that he still hadn't wished his mother Happy Mother's Day and he certainly didn't care that his sister could stumble upon him at any moment. For right now, all he cared about was himself.
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