Druggie.

I had to get this out of my head. Its hindering my process of learning about the wide, wonderful world of Biology. Joy.



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When Christopher finds me, I am holding a cigarette in my hand, twirling it like a baton. Not a very dignified way to be found- looking like a druggie sitting on the side of an abandoned street. But appearances must be kept. Dignity is everything.

I try to salvage the situation.

"Want a cigarette?" I proffer said cigarette to him. Not very dignified either, acting like a druggie with a perchance for dragging other people down to the land of cancerous cells. I am slipping, and I am slipping fast. Time for drastic action.

"Cigarettes don't really kill you Christopher- head honcho of medical research just has an aversion to them. " I twirl the cigarette faster; he is attempting to look like a goldfish.

"Try one." I hold my hand out, not sure why I don't drop the cursed thing already. I don't even smoke, and Christopher- he would rather jump off the edge of a cliff.

"What," he hissed," do you think you're doing?"

God, he's angry. Forget dignity- I have to get away.

"Do you know," he takes a deep, shuddering breath. "how many people were looking for you?"Christopher has such pretty eyes. Storm grey- with just a hint of blue.What a waste. I know people who would deserve it more than he.

"Four." he takes a step forward. I stay rooted to the street- after all, why move from a spot when your butt has warmed it nicely? No, thank you. But common sense calls out to me, screaming that I move already.

"Four!" His voice crescendos. "Four! Alexandria! Four people! And do you know why?" His voice dips down again. He must be really angry. Christopher usually gives the impression that a wall could speak better.

"Not really, Christopher." I continue twirling the cigarette. Whiirl. Whiiirl. Whiiiiiirl. Fascinating.
"I suppose it's because I'm supposed to be lost. Or maybe," I look up." Maybe its because you suppose that I, being who I am, am supposed to be lost, and am not supposed to know where I am, just so. "

He looks confused. Good. Now, while he is disorientated by my overuse of the word "suppose", I shall get up and run away.

I do not bother to look back.