Warning:  Drug misuse

꧁𓊈𒆜"Chapter Nine"𒆜𓊉꧂
If you don't like the world you're in
Make one where you do.

It felt like my body was crawling with ants. I felt uncomfortable, everything in me felt uncomfortable. I kept trying to swallow, to push this feeling down but my stomach kept backflipping and my mind kept telling me to change this, change this outcome.

Legendary Purple Ninja.

Legendary Purple Ninja my ass!

I leapt onto the nearest rooftop, I heard someone yell my name, Zane maybe? I couldn't tell and I didn't stop to check.

I opened the rooftop door and walked down the stairs. I think it was an office building, there were big windows and the people I passed were dressed smart. I didn't ponder for long, I was getting looks.

It was one thing to have people scared of you, it was another to have been told those that feared you would be the ones being prophesied to be saved by you.

It didn't make sense.

I needed to get out of here, my heart was going to explode!

I pushed open the big glass doors and was immediately met by speeding cars and a busy street. People rushed passed me, too quick for them to notice who I was.

Good. I couldn't deal with their screaming right now.

A sharp stinging pain stroked my palms softly. I looked and unclenched my fists, seeing small crescent shapes where I had been unknowingly digging my fingers into the soft flesh.

I swallowed thickly and cleared my throat, pushing my way through the busy streets of Ninjago.

Where could I go? Where could I go? I couldn't go to Darkley's, Lloyd was with Wu and the Ninja. I could go to the bar? But what would I do there? Sit with my thoughts? Get drunk and regret the hookup in the morning like I always did?

I had nowhere. There was nothing for me.

I didn't even have my own future anymore.

Who was I?

As much as I wanted to doubt it, there was no denying the First Spinjitzu Master's prophecies. I was his grandson, I'd be ridiculous to.

But if he knew so much, why did he make me, me of all people the fucked up prophesy?

I wasn't a good person. I had the raw blood of Lord Garmadon running through my veins. I had been raised by him, conditioned to his rules.

There was nothing good for me. There was nothing good in me. Full. Stop.

I didn't know what to do. Where could I go? What could I do?

People were noticing me now, they were giving me fearful looks and walking a metre away from me just to avoid me. One lady dropped her purse as if I was going to take it.

No.

Nonononono.

I didn't want this right now.

Scratch that.

When did I ever want this in the first place?

Why was it Lloyd who was taken to the boarding school? Why was he swaddled into a school made for boys like me when he didn't even have it in him to crush a slug?

Why was he saved?

I didn't want them to look at me like I was going to hurt them, choke them till their last dying breath then laugh as they went limp before me. I wanted people to look at me normally.

I didn't get a choice to be evil but now I was used to it. Now it ran through my blood and now it had become me.

But now I don't get a choice to be good? What is this?

Why can't I decide what happens in my life? Why can't I decide if I wanted to pull the good card?

I bolted left into an alley, the people I pushed through let out sounds of terror as I touched them to push myself through.

My breathing had picked up, short pants breathing through from my lips. Was it from the pase I had been walking at?

No.

My chest was tight, my heart was pounding in my chest and ears. I brought my hands up, wanting to place them on my chest in hopes it might help calm my breathing but I froze.

My hands were shaking?

I stared at them in disbelief for a long second.

Was this a panic attack? Was I panicking? Why was I panicking?

Who did this to me? When would it end? How would it end?

Why couldn't I just be normal? Why couldn't I just be a normal fucking kid?

This was all too surreal. I was a bad kid, I caused fear and terror. I wasn't going to help people, I didn't have it in me.

How could a devil like me become and Angel like the Ninja? Let alone a legendary one.

Give it to Kai.

He wanted to be the Green Ninja so bad but Lloyd had that position now... as much as it killed me to admit, I didn't think he would disagree to the idea.

He was too naïve, he'd get brainwashed by Wu and all the rest and battle my father. He'd give into the good in his blood and disown us.

Oh FSM...

Lloyd would no longer love me.

Lloyd would have to fight me. I'd have to hurt my little brother.

No, I gasped at the realisation, my breaths coming quicker, my chest squeezing my lungs as if they were trying to give me a taste of my own medicine from when I choked people with my power.

Kai wanted to be more then a Ninja, I don't want to be one, give him the title.

Oh please Grandfather, don't decide my life for me when I was already so settled with what I wanted to become.

This needed to stop, this feeling, whatever it was, it needed to stop.

Now.

I pulled out my phone, my fingers clattered against the screen and it took so much effort to press the caller ID I needed.

She picked up quickly, unusual for her.

"Hey Ashton, haven't heard from you in ages man. Back in Ninjago?"

"Violet," I gasped, my voice coming out weaker then I had anticipated, "Violet, I need something. I don't care what you got, I need it,"

"Woah, slow down. Ash, you've never been one to do drugs. You don't sound good, where are you?" I could hear her moving around then the cling if her keys.

"I'm-- I'm not sure. Violet, I just need some shit ok? You got any Angel Dust? Killow used to hit that shit up," I rambled, looking around, walking slowly to the exit of the alley.

A long sigh came from her end.

"Find somewhere I can get you then we can talk. And that shit fucked Killow up," There was some slight muffling as she connected the speaker and microphone to her helmet, "Withdrawals are insane,"

"But the highs good," I insisted, "Violet please, I need this,"

"Didn't you hear what I said?" She hissed, "Location, then drug talk,"

"Ok ok," I searched for anything, a street name, a shop, anything, "Darreth's Mojo Dojo?"

"Oh for fucks sake," Violet mumbled under her breath, there was a loud rumbling from her bike, "That poser... I'll be there in five. Don't loose your head Garmadon,"

She hung up and I shoved my phone in my pockets, staring into the road. To give myself some privacy and to hide my identity from the townsfolk, I lifted my hood and drooped it over my face.

I must've watched the road and zoned out completely. I didn't even know what to think anymore.

Who was I?

Bright lights flashed me and I flinched.

Fuck.

I flinched.

I glanced up to see a motorbike, the familiar person sitting on it.

"Hey Vi," I swallowed, getting on the bike behind her.

I hugged her waist tightly and rest my head on her shoulder.

Violet was a hookup from a while back. She was one of the only ones I didn't regret and that was only because she actually listened to me.

She stopped halfway through, looking at me like she had just discovered my deepest secret. She refused to do anything else until I told her the reason why I needed the hook up.

I could've walked away, refused to talk to her... but there was something about the way she looked at me... like she actually cared.

We haven't been in a similar position since. In fact, the opposite. We barely saw each other, but when we did, it was always the best.

Trouble with Father and seeing Lloyd, needing a place to crash for the night? Violet had my back.

She stopped the bike and I was quick to get off, starting the walk to her flat before she was even off.

"Eager?" She mused after catching up, unlocking the door.

"Very," I nodded, walking inside and breathing in the raw scent of marijuana and tobacco.

She plopped down on the leather couch almost comically and eyed me suspiciously as I took a seat on a barstool on the opposite side of the room.

"You gonna speak first or should I?" She picked at her lipring, raising her brows.

I clenched my jaw, shrugging.

"Ashton Garmadon, lost for words, unlike you," She paused, waiting for another word from me but was met with silence.

She rolled her eyes.

"You've never been into drugs Ash. In fact if I remember correctly, you scolded me when you found out I dealt. It's kinda funny. Terrorism and making people shit their pants is ok but a little spliff isn't?" She smiled slightly, amused at my morals.

I'm glad someone was finding light in this situation.

"So what is it? Fight with your Daddy? Something up with Lloyd? Ninja up your ass? C'mon Ash, spill," She crossed her arms, eyeing me.

I felt trapped.

I just wanted drugs.

Violet, please just let me get high.

"You won't get anything if you don't talk," She insisted, "For fucks sake Asher, you call me up demanding Angel! You don't get that kind of shit without backup, it fucks with your mind!" She stood up, raising her voice slightly, "Makes you see shit, walk around like you're in a dream! Why do you want to fuck up your reality so bad?"

"Violet," I breathed out, a scowl forming on my lips.

"Oh here we go," She snorted sourly, "Here comes the fucking big talk. I may be a drug dealer Ashton but I only give to people who need it. I have morals too ya'know,"

"You won't get it," I ground my teeth together, "Violet. You're right. Why would I ask for drugs? Somethings gotta be seriously fucked up with my life to need hallucinogenics,"

She frowned me, her lips pouting.

"Your life is fucked up Ash, you're the eldest son of Garmadon," She tilted her head slightly.

"No fucking shit!" I yelled, she flinched slightly, "And apparently, to make matters fuckin' worse, my grandfather has to go mess shit up even more and he's not even alive!"

"The fuck do you mean?" She asked, shaking her head.

"A dead man has decided my fate," I told a little more calmer, "The First Spinjitzu Master has fucked me over yet again,"

Violet paused, looking at me with a concerned expression.

"Your life is shit. You know that right?" She sighed after a moment, but walked over to a drawer in her kitchen.

"No," I shook my head, sarcasm lacing my tone, "Really?"

She shuffled around in the compartment for a second before coming out with a little baggie and a small straw.

"I'd rather you hit it with me with you then fuck up somewhere alone," She advised, handing me both items, "You'll be safe here,"

I nodded, eagerly swiping her counter top down and pouring some of the white powder down.

"Can you get these in tablets?" I wondered, throwing her a glance over my shoulder.

"You wanna become an addict?" She shot back angrily.

I ignored her and braced myself.

My heart started to race again, but this time it was from nerves.

I'd never gotten high before, I always found it stupid. I thought it would be better taking out your rage or grief on things that could make you have a higher power...

...like a city that you could rule after.

That way you couldn't get hurt again.

But clearly that wasn't an option for me anymore.

I let out a deep sigh before ducking forward and inhaling through my nose, through the straw.

It was a strange feeling, his nose felt clogged for a moment, but with more breath in my lungs, it cleared up quickly.

I breathed out through my mouth, backing away from the rest of the substance on the counter.

"You really done it Garmadon. You had me thinking you'd pussy out," Violet chuckled slightly, patting me on the back.

"When does it-- when does this kick in?" I swallowed, hard, clearing my throat after.

"Give it 5?" She told, grabbing the drugs and shoving them away again.

"Do I owe you?" I mumbled, my head starting to become dizzy.

She contemplated for a moment.

"Not this time Ash," She shook her head disapprovingly, "You know, for a son of Garmadon, you're secretly a wetwipe, aren't you?"

"Don't fucking insult me," I frowned, shaking my head.

She laughed softly, leaning down slightly to her mirror, checking her hair.

"You got a place to stay tonight?" She wondered, leaning a hand on her hip.

Did I have a place to stay?

I guess I'd have to go back to the Bounty eventually...

"Yeah," I nodded slowly, "Can you--"

But then the whole room danced for a moment, I felt as if it had me moving forward and back.

And then it stopped.

"Can you give me a lift?" I asked, my head spinning slightly.

"Sure Ashton," She smirked, grabbing my hand and taking me outside.

So that was intense.

I've never written drugs before, it was kinda fun but I DONT PROMOTE DRUG USE.

I just feel like Asher is completely hopeless in this moment and felt as if he had nothing left to turn to.

Also is it clear he's having a panic attack? Tried to do it differently this time, explaining the affects and not telling them.

I hope everyone is OK ❤

If anyone is triggered or needs help with drugs here's a helpline:

https://www.montgolifestyle.com/en/treatment-addiction?qooqie_creative_id=692307316774&keywords=addiction%20treatment&gad_source=1&gclid=CjwKCAjw4ri0BhAvEiwA8oo6F0MYAbfbvpU2fpzA9h5TajDA3U2FSs3XhPaoibn_aekzX-3GJY4FLxoCoskQAvD_BwE

Are yall surprised with the characters in this chapter? 🤭

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