Vik's POV

We drop to the ground, three pairs of feet thudding dully on the forest floor. There's a man- the dealer, i'm assuming- is walking towards us. With a red and black checkered hoodie.  It can't be, can it?

"Well, hello Vik, I know I'm not serving you, but did you come crawling back for more?" Mitch speaks tauntingly. I stare at the ground, Tobi and Harry need not to know of my past.

"What does he mean Vik? Do you know each other?" Tobi asks, while fishing a five pound note out of his jacket.

"Oh, you could say that. Me and Vik go way back. I used to serve him." Mitch says, as he passes cigs to Tobi in exchange for the fiver.

"You used to get cigs?" Harry asks, hand in his pockets. I shake my head.

"No, Vik was worse." Mitch will tell them, and they will know how I used to be, the things I've done. "Vik did weed, herion and one time we did cocaine."

Tobi and Harry are shocked. I look down at my feet, little tears starting to pool. When I look back up, Mitch has left.

"Vik..."

"Just shut up! I was in a bad place and they were the type of friends I had. Getting high was my escape!"

All is silent for a few moments. Then I hear the flick of a lighter and the sound of cardboard. I begin to wonder if this is Tobi's escape.

"So, do you own a bong?" Harry asks.

"HAROLD!" Tobi scolds him.

"It's just a question!" He retorts.

"Yeah, i do." I reply, my eyes on the floor.

"But i thought you stopped," Tobi asks, genuinly concerned.

"I stopped with Mitch, I stopped caring about my friends. I stopped herion, and i never did cocaine again. But I never stopped doing weed."

"Oh."

"Yeah. Wanna go to my house? My parents aren't home," I ask. They never are. 

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A few hours later, and here we are. Sat on the floor of my living room. My eyes shift nervously to the bag of a green substance, hidden slightly. 

I never wanted to do weed, or get into drugs. When i was with my old friends, they convinced me. And the drugs made it all, disapear. The voices left, and for once my mind was silent. 

No one in my life could stop me. No parents, friends didn't care and I felt alone. But, now Tobi and Harry were here. And as much as that should reassure me, I only felt hopeless. I may have scored two friendships, but no matter how much i wished, one would not become more.