Drug Diaries Episode 6: Drug Filled Eyes

She came back. Two days after he had driven in frenzy all around Lekki imagining the worst. Had she gone back to David? Did she overdose? Cut herself and bleed to death? He had gotten little sleep and his leave had started to seem worthless. He had begun thinking of resuming work when she appeared…

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She came back.

Two days after he had driven in frenzy all around Lekki imagining the worst. Had she gone back to David? Did she overdose? Cut herself and bleed to death? He had gotten little sleep and his leave had started to seem worthless. He had begun thinking of resuming work when she appeared at his doorstep, clean looking and smiling with a book in her hand.

“I’m sorry about the note. I was feeling dramatic and really had to go back for this.”

She held the book towards him.

“It’s the one thing my addiction has managed to boost – my creativity”

He took the book and stood looking at her. She was completely clueless about the horrifying two days he had just endured.

“So. Can I come in? In case your offer still stands, I’m kind of homeless. I can clean till I find suitable work and start paying you rent.”

He stood at the door – silent, contemplating which need was greater. Shaking her till her teeth chattered or kissing her till her lips were swollen.

Get a grip Dare, she’s barely an adult.

He settled for none.

“Don’t EVER, pull that kind of stunt on me. You want therapy; you’ve got to learn to behave like you want it. You want to live here, you don’t run away in a whim and leave disturbing notes and a pool of blood behind. Do you get me?”

And with that he walked away tossing the keys to her room in her face.

He’s angry.

Dammit I’ve ruined my opportunity.

I’ve got to start behaving myself.

I watched as he walked away, his anger visible through the stiff in his shoulders. And I couldn’t help but notice how good he looked out of his office.

Get a grip, you horny addict. He’s ten year older than you are. It’s never going to happen.

I had to make it up to him. I spent the rest of the day avoiding him. In the evening, he called me out to plan our sessions. I would have my free time to myself as long as we had a two hour session every evening, from 4:00-6:00, but I would have to tell him whenever I was leaving the house. My curfew was 12 midnight and I would call if for any reason I decide to stretch the curfew with details of my co-ordinates.

“Today marks our first proper session. You will not pull any stunts on me. In our sessions, I am your psychologist and you are my patient and we will keep those boundaries”

I was getting sick of being ordered round.

“And what about after our sessions? Do we still keep any…boundaries?

Dare remained silent.

“Let’s begin shall we?”

So I got up. “I agree with your rules, but since we are in a bit of a twist here, I want to change some rules. I’m your dirty little secret After all, so I get some perks. You can take your notes, tie my drug addiction to some weird incident when my uncle would ask me to sit on his lap or whatever, but you have to grant me one favor.”

“What is it?”

“You have to get high with me.”

Dare could only look on in silence.

I continued: “it’s the only way you can get it. You have to be high with me. Don’t worry, you have way too much self-control to become an addict and I promise, it’ll be like trying alcohol or weed for the first time.”

“I’m not much of a drinker.”

“Yawn. So you’re going to do it? And I promise to be the perfect dirty little secret.”

I didn’t expect his reply.

“Well, what are we waiting for?”

“Choose your method: drinking or injecting?”

“I’ll make it better.” He got up, went to the kitchen and came back out with a bottle of Vodka. “Let’s make it drinking worth remembering.”

This was going to be interesting.

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She got the meth and proceeded to pour out shots. I took the case from her and emptied the content into the bottle, shaking it as I spoke.

“You’re not the only meth expert. I have Google.

She just looked on. What I conveniently excluded was that I had spent a better part of last night researching the ways drug addicts die from overdosing.

We clinked glasses. It was on.

One two three…nine shots later…

I’ve never been able to hold my liquor. Oh God, this was a bad idea, but the meth was slowly working its way on. This was different. It was a steady kind of high, punctured with occasional spikes of high that made me burst into laughter.

Everything was so…soft, the colours of the room glowed and I felt swathed in this blueish yellow glow. I turned to look at Dare staring at me.

There are so many colours. It’s like time has stopped. I’m looking at her eyes, liquid brown pools of adult contentment. This is the first time I’ve seen her calm. She’s so beautiful.

He’s so hot.

And then she took his hand, and he took hers, lifted her up. And then they were dancing, laughing and falling all over each other.

Rock city – You Are

Aint no way you should be in here alone, imma make it better…

Funny songs, fast songs, loud songs gave way to slow songs. Laughter became silence, glances became full on stares.

And then the power went out.

And the laughter resumed as Dare realized he hadn’t remembered to get fuel for his gen since electricity was almost always constant.

Still in the dark, he could see her eyes bright and shiny, feel her skin against his. She could feel herself moving closer, getting hotter, the need to take her clothes off interrupting her thoughts with increasing frequency.

It was getting hot, really hot. Was it his mind or did she just take her top off. Yeah, it was hot. He followed suit. Soon after they were half naked and huddled together near the window.

The last thing he remembered was leaning towards her face, his hands encircling her waist

And the rest of the night was a blur…

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In typical fashion, Dare woke up at 7:00am shirtless and surprisingly, with no hangover. He had fulfilled his part of the deal and their therapy would go as scheduled. And as soon as she was good, she would be on her way and life would go on as normal.

He had experienced meth, they had laughed, danced and slept off. Typical…

In the space of three seconds, he knew things would not go as scheduled. The plate he was holding fell as Fareeda walked in wearing the shirt he had on last night and a rush of memories flooded his mind.

Oh shit!

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This series is written by @FareedaKhalo and it’s supported by the good people of Barows21. Check out www.barows21.com for all your favourite international magazines. You can read previous episodes here.

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Responses

  1. zing
    wat makes u so sure dat they got to ''know'' each other…

    Am enjoying the tale, but based on wat i've read so far, the dude tends not to b botherd about his practice licence, u bring a quarter past minor into ur crip… Den get high with her in the name of therapy…. At this point the chic seems to b more of a sane person dan the doc… He kinda needs therapy!

  2. krimmedic
    How in the world did I type that rubbish?
    Drug Diaries is almost my best category on here…

    The grammatical errors in the first paragraph threw me off. As did the plate that appeared in his hands 3seconds after he woke.

    Oh yeah…this Dare isn't a smart person. He got high with her so he could 'understand'? I see 'sex' has a lot of new names now.

  3. zing
    the term ''know'' aint a new word for sex.. Its origin can b traced to the bible

    ''adam knew eve and they begot cane and abel''

    ''mary knew no man''

  4. kokomma
    you just gotta love Farida!!!!!!!! plus is it strange that i'm already developing a crush on Dr. Dare ^_^ ……. uggh! now2 wait for nxt week
  5. PreyingMantis
    This is still not working for me.

    An extremely immature plot. A moron for a doc who takes meth with a stupid girl who is supposedly his patient, it's all so childish. What's with the emphasis on the words 'dirty secret'? 'I know I'm your dirty lil secret'. To the writer, is this something you learnt recently? I feel my IQ sinking each time. I'm guessing the writer is 5 years old. Now, don't get me wrong. This plot is probably plausible; as ridiculous as it is. My problem is that the whole thing lacks depth. It's like a donut. As hard as you try, it's still not intense. So she spilled blood on the bed and took off, no one knows why or how it happened. You mentioned it and skipped off. A combination of drug, sex, emotion, truancy, self-mutilation, etc should create an explosion. This just fizzled out. I do not feel this girl's pain. She isn't a tortured soul. She's a pest.

    I read this post a while back, 'Chronicles of a runs girl' and it was impressive. Yes, 80% of its material was common, stuff we already know. However, the magic was in its telling.

    Drug diaries is ebbing into some lame romantic nightmare. This is a struggle.

    1. annie
      Read the chronicles as well & I loved it so much I finished 26 episodes in 1 day. To be honest, I think it DID start to lag a bit towards the end & it's a good thing she wrapped it up…I think switching the story line kinda did it in. But it was really good story telling DEFINITELY! (y)
    2. thetoolsman
      "So she spilled blood on the bed and took off, no one knows why or how it happened. "

      Do you even follow this at all?

      Anyways what I'd like is for you to elaborate on 'depth'… sadly with the popularity of blogs around here, I've lost my respect for the use of that word..

      1. PreyingMantis
        Drug Diaries Episode 5: Blood:

        "The next day, he woke up to an empty house and Fareeda’s room wide open. It was just as it was before anyone occupied it, except for one thing – bloodstain, at the center of the bed and a torn strip from the bed sheets". You should ask yourself if you follow this at all.

        The scene quoted above should have been expanded. That was a 'moment'. Did she cut herself again? What did she do with the torn strip? A narrative from Fareeda would have sufficed here. What's she going through? All I see once again, are unresolved conflicts which are crucial in giving us more information about this character. How twisted is she? You tried to expand in Episode 6:

        "Two days after he had driven in frenzy all around Lekki imagining the worst. Had she gone back to David? Did she overdose? Cut herself and bleed to death?". And this is where it ends. You don't answer your own questions. You move on to "Don’t EVER, pull that kind of stunt on me". This is an example of no depth.

        At places where you expect the story to develop and progress relatively, it halts abruptly and moves on to something trivial like the doctor getting high with his patient and how they danced. Also, several inconsistencies. In Episode 5, you say 'bloodstain' and in Episode 6, the doctor refers to the bloodstain as 'a pool of blood'. Very lame.

        I have certain expectations: I want to see Fareeda break, so I can feel her pain – raw, undiluted. She obviously has issues. I want to see her crave meth and loathe herself at the same time. I want to see her go over the edge. Emotions – depth.

  6. Frankices
    Wen he got angry, I was a bit glad. I thot : now I can believe he's a man. Not a puppet. But then he took drugs with her? Naaaah!

    Falling my hand.

  7. niyoola
    This story is all sorts of horrible. The author is obviously ignoring all the critique she has been getting about the story line.
    How does a psychiatrist allow the patient call shots; then get high with the patient……….. Seriously!!!!!!
    As I said last week, the story is trying too hard to be scandalous. Epic fail! Plus no depth …….. Dunno! Just admit defeat and rewrite the story or keep posting ridiculous stuff like this and lose you readers.
  8. thetoolsman
    Criticism has its positive side and that's one of the reasons why we have young writers like Fareeda here but what's criticism if it isn't constructive?

    Anyways, just as a form of announcement, I'd like readers to know that the writing for this series was completed long before it launched here… so the writer isn't 'ignoring critique' …

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