It's crazy just how slow one week can go without him pissing me off every three minutes, without our random secret little kisses, without a 100 binge night with Nutella toast and sometimes strawberries.

It'z crazy just how fast progress can be reversed and with a snap of the fingers, your back to where your started.

I finish my zoot and head back inside, sitting with Rhiannon and Brandon for the first time in forever (they finally remembered they have friends), waiting for some kind of explanation as to why they took me to some serious place. 

"Okay. So. We wanted you to know before everyone else-"

"Because your my best friend." Rhiannon says, squeezing my hand, her face looking as though she was talking to a toddler.

I gasp, lacing my words with sarcasm, "My god, your not pregnant, are you?"

"No," Rhiannon laughs," well yes, but that's not our news. Tell her, Brandon."

He leans down, kissing her slowly on her lips, causing me to look away sadly, fiddling with the hairband on my wrist.

"We're engaged." He gushes, holding her hand tightly.

What?

"I know we're young but we're in love. We won't get married yet, not until we are at least 20 or maybe 21, cause I'm gonna be getting all fat and stuff which would so not be a look- god, can you imagine?"

"Your engaged? Sin's in a fucking coma so you decide to put a ring on it?"

Rhiannon's face falls. "Can't you just be happy for me?"

"I am, Rhi, course I fucking am. But how do you sit there and think oh, my friend might be dying, let's get fucking engaged."

"He's not dying, stop being overdramatic. And anyway, you can't talk to me about healthy coping mechanisms, your high at what? Eleven am? And don't swear around the baby." She responds, looking me up and down in disgust.

My lip wobbles. "Fuck you, fuck your engagement and fuck your stupid little-"

I walk off in annoyance, ignoring the guilt I start to feel as I sit on some random bench and light another zoot, huffing before taking my first puff, my body easing with every inhale.

In an attempt to ignore the craving for something more, for something stronger, I get up and go on a walk. The place they took me is a while away from the college, but fuck them- I'll get a taxi.

When I was fourteen, I used to be scared of taxi's. Absolutely petrified. I actually still was, until college where Sin sometimes made me get them when the group was meeting.

Stop.

I turn down a path, a beautiful path with tall, empowering, giant trees leaning over and protecting the way, the leaves beginning to green and the flowers beginning to show.

After a few lost turns and a few missed calls from Rhiannon, I call a taxi and send Rhiannon a text saying I'm making my own way home.

She's absolutely crazy. First pregnancy, now a bloody wedding? Even if it's in the future, she's fucking crazy.

After getting in the taxi I message Missy, demanding an update and wanting to know how he is.

She replies with a simple and sweet message, which I don't find very satisfying but oh well.

When I leave the taxi, I tell the driver to keep the change to avoid prolonged conversation. I walk slowly back to my empty room- what's there to rush for?

"You look happy."

Jagger and Zachary sit on the floor of my room and I prepare myself for a tedious conversation.

"Why the fuck are you in my apartment?" I ask, dropping my keys on the side at the table, glaring at then with my hand on his hip.

Jagger dangles Sin's keys. "Missy gave us these."

"Is that even legal?"

Zachary walks up to me, laughing. "Since when did you care about things being legal?"

I roll my eyes as he wraps his arms round me, embracing me in a hug.

This may sound absurd and random, but I'm pretty certain these two have something going on. Which is strange that the two fuckboys would fall for each other, but here you go.

"You broke in."

"We had keys." They retaliate.

I retort, "still trespassing."

Zachary and Jagger have been two people constantly contacting me recently, constantly bugging and nagging and blablabla.

"Shut up, we worry about you, Cat. Okay? We worry." Jagger says in an attempt to reassure and comfort me.

A sigh escapes me as I shrink onto my bed. I don't know what's wrong with me, I've never felt so small.

"Zach, have you got anything on you?" I ask, pinging the hairband on my wrist, gnawing at my lips whilst my leg bounces.

He shakes his head. "You've had enough of that shit, recently."

"Sin would want us to look out for you, Lina." Jagger adds, causing me to scoff.

"You guys are not my parents, okay? I've done years without them and I'm doing perfectly fucking fine. Sin is in long-term sleep mode, so what he wants means nothing to me. He means nothing to me. If you want to help me, give me something. If you don't, then I suggest you get the fuck out, before I call campus security. Understood?"

They look at me, then each other, then me, before sighing in unison and handing me a baggie of cocaine which I knew they would have.

I grab my card from my draw and put it into eight neat lines, snorting each one consecutively.

"Well? Are you going to babysit, or are you going to have some fun?" I ask as they watch me, my words already starting to slur.

They look at me, then each other, then me for the second time. "Babysit."

"You're boring." I tease, standing up and grabbing my iPhone, pressing play on my music.

My music.

As in my music.

I put my hands in my hair and my fingers on my lips and my hips whilst I move my body to my amazing music. The boys sit and watch me in shock- never seeing this side to me.

"Cat? Cat stop." Zach grabs my hand and pulls me down, sitting me on my bed as he watches me intensely.

I roll my eyes, suddenly feeling really cold yet I can feel the sweat pouring off of me.

"Am I dying?"

Is this what death feels like?

Zach and Jagger's faces morph into those of an alien; those of a monster. Are they going to hurt me?

They're going to hurt me.

"No! No, get off of me!" I scream, before everything's turns to dust.

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Helloooo!

The top right part of my screen doesn't work, so I can't click on my profile to make announcements and communicate with all of you, so for that I am so sorry!

(i apparently cannot post either, so if you see this then i am borrowing someone's laptop)

This chapter is extremely short, it's just to give you an idea of what Catalina's life is like without Sin- is he the stability our wild girl needs?

Sin's been in a medically induced coma for a week- why hasn't he been woken up yet?

Find out next time ;)

Joking! Imagine a tv series, it's the end of one season and they're moving onto another. They always have a little snippet, right?

well here is your snippet to season two of Numb Addiction (chapter 38)

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CAT'S POV

Two weeks.

Two weeks without seeing his smile, hearing his laugh, pretending that his presence annoys me instead of comforting me. Two weeks with no movie/ the 100 nights, two weeks with no spontaneous sex and outings.

Two weeks of memory loss, two weeks of hardcore drugs and partying. Two weeks of regret, tears and shitty experiences.

Two weeks without him.

The red dye stains my bath. It's time for something new, a change. A normal person would go for a haircut, but not me.

I got my nipples pierced, my septum and I'm now washing out my trusting red dye- leaving me with plain ass brown hair.

I'm sure the curls make up for it.

Whilst washing my blood-stained looking hands, my phone rings and rings and rings.

Fuck sake.

"Shut up!" I yell at my phone, angrily, who is calling me now?

It continues to ring and ring and ring.

Sighing, I dry my now-clean hands and pick up my phone.

"Hello?"

The person on the other end takes a deep breath. "Miss Catalina? I'm calling to talk to you about your friend Sin. Are you there, miss?"

Is he dead?

They only call you and name you miss when it's bad news. I remember from my mum.

"What's happened?" I whisper, chewing on my lip as I always do when feeling apprehensive and nervous.

The person takes a deep breath again.

"Ma'am, madam, miss. The doctors believe he is stable enough, the alcohol is out of his system, he's responding greatly."

"What are you saying?" I snap.

One more bloody deep breath.

"Ma'am, madame, miss. They're waking him up."