Snippet #1915687

Zack shifted uncomfortably on the countertop. Not only was Greyson looking uncomfortable in the other room, but the tension in the kitchen was unbearable. Zack quickly gulped the cold beer down and jumped off the counter to grab another. He pulled the beer out of the freezer and slunk off to the tiny bathroom in the firehouse. He had always felt left out, as a child and a teenager, but lately more-so at the firehouse. The displeasure between Jessa and himself was only growing and his relationships with the others seemed to be crumbling before his eyes. An outcast among outcasts, the irony made Zack smirk to himself.

He made his way down the hallway towards the bathroom and found it unoccupied. With his beer in hand he peered down the hallway to see if anyone noticed him and then quietly locked the bathroom door behind him. Zack set the bottle of beer down on the edge of the tub and sighed. He peered at himself in the mirror and ran his hand through his hair. His eyes had dark rings under them and his skin was pale. He frowned and quickly fished around in his back pocket for his pack of smokes. He opened the pack and pulled out a smoke and pressed it between his pale lips, letting the smoke sit there unlit.

Zack pressed his ear against the hard door of the bathroom before crouching down and prying a loose tile from the corner of the bathroom floor After removing the tile, Zack fit his hand into the small opening and produced a tiny vile along with a dollar bill and his old chewed up credit card. He stood up and opened the vile after placing the other two items on the edge of the sink. Fuck it all...Zack thought inwardly as he spread the contents of the vile along the window sill and began to separate the powder into thin lines. He pulled the smoke from his mouth and placed the rolled up dollar bill into his left nostril. All thoughts of being alone and unwanted faded with the euphoric feeling that soon arrived.

The sound of footsteps climbing stairs made Zack jolt as he quickly shoved the items back into his hiding spot. He grabbed the remaining beer from the side of the tub, lit his cigarette and proceeded to his room. Zack gently kicked open the door to his room and flopped down on the cool mattress. His hands wandered over to the nightstand beside him as he grabbed his mp3 player and slid on the headphones. Soft brown eyes peered at the ceiling while smoke filled the small room. Zack's mind began to silently wander as loud music filled his ears. What would it like feel like to not be alone?