YA Story – Chronic Tank (drugs/addiction) | Young Adult Mag
“I should have used the god damn Axe of Draining,†Nick thought as he sat in his cheap studio apartment. The walls were once a. . .
“I should have used the god damn Axe of Draining,†Nick thought as he sat in his cheap studio apartment. The walls were once a. . .
You told me, just when the bell rang after lunch. . .
Elanor, spelled without an “eâ€â€¨Your Dad named you after somebody
with a bit part in The Lord of the Rings
You tried valiantly to take. . .
This is it, what I’ve been waiting for. . .
Red hearts, from the start I knew it would be disaster. . .
It was a warm, breezy summer night. It was me and the whole gang together. I thought I’d kick back with my friends and have a few. . .
Constance killed herself, we were told one black Monday morning in the early November of our high school junior year. She had slit. . .
Dear Journal. . .
Her arched eyebrow spelled doom for my request. I had hoped for sympathy, a smile, maybe even an immediate drafting of a plan. . .
Jerry was a fat boy. He thought of himself as nothing more than that. . .