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Wren

People may think that hardly having anything to wear can get frustrating at times, but it's actually not so bad. I forgot about the fact that I only have a few (dirty) pairs of shorts, jeans and a couple t-shirts. Anthony bought me underwear, at least. I try not to sound like I'm complaining, but I just miss the comfort of my home. Anthony says he'll do the best he can to make right here feel like home to me; I do feel like I am at home, when I'm in Anthony's arms, at least.

I walk around the stage building, looking for Anthony. God this complex is so annoying, you don't know how to get from point a to b without having to endure c, d, e, f, g, along the way there.

"I'm really good, actually," says a woman's voice.

"Oh are you?" replies a tone I know too well; Anthony's voice.

I stop near a wall, around the corner from the main backstage area where the voices were coming from, sort of hiding myself.

"I'm 5"10, too..." the woman says, tracing her hand up and down around Anthony's bare chest.

She has short blonde hair, tall and tanned, wearing a tight black dress. She is extremely beautiful in my opinion, which bothers me. Why the fuck is she touching my boyfriend? Bitch leave.

Anthony giggles, pushing her away lightly. She continues to walk closer to him, moving her body against his. I didn't want to walk in. I felt awkward, ashamed and embarrassed of how I looked in comparison next to her; I would just be in the way.

The woman suddenly invites her lips onto his. Anthony tries to unsuccessfully push her away, but she persists. Tears filled my eyes out of sensitivity and I backed away slowly, trying to find the exit.

All of my insecurities are suddenly coming back again. I wonder why Anthony is still interested in pursuing me when I'm sure he has women like that throwing themselves onto him at the end of every show anyway. By the looks of it, he isn't doing much to stop it right now.

"Hey Wren, are you alright?" I heard Flea ask on my way out.

I ignore him, walking straight ahead of me.

"Hey, hey, what's wrong?" he asks, stopping me from going any further.

"Why don't you go ask Anthony?" was all I responded with, pushing past him, running around in circles like a chicken with its head cut off, looking around for an exit.

"I don't know how to get out of here," I said, annoyed.

Flea points to the left, a flashing neon green sign that reads EXIT to my left.

"How did I miss that?" I asked myself, pushing the door open aggressively.

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I sat outside, shivering in the cold, sitting on the first step outside of the backstage arena. I felt so stupid. Not to the point of wanting to go back home, but definitely to the point where I just wanted to pound that bitch's face in, I really did. But of course, what was a sixteen year old to do?

I felt around in my pocket, and patted the bag of cocaine that I bought a couple days ago. I can't lie and say that I haven't been tempted to try it, especially after hearing about how good it feels.

No.

I couldn't.

Right?

Come on, it was just one occurrence. Maybe he didn't even like her coming onto him. I mean, he tried to push her off...kind of. Right? You're not going to do this, it's a silly thing to do because Anthony will give you a reassuring talk about it afterwards, and you'll regret ever picking up that bag of-

My instinct said fuck it, and I ripped the bag open and powered some coke on my hand. I had no idea how to do this. I didn't have a dollar bill, or any money in my pocket after giving it away to the boy. What do I do now? Just breathe it in?

I copied how I saw them do it on the T.V screen and the stories I heard of drugs, and just went for it. I snorted some up, and instantly regretted it. I felt lightheaded. Something wasn't right. Was this how it was supposed to feel? I get into a haze, and feel myself becoming weaker, but somehow more...relaxed.

Black.