Descriptive Essay - Original Writing - 1510 Words

Without another moment of thought, I decided to pop one of the pure pills into my mouth and down the thing with a swig of rum. I could taste the white tablets gruesome effects on the tip of my tongue. The sensation was almost like dancing, I was happy, and the thought of everyone else disappeared from my mind. My mind clouded over after I started blaring music to compete with the jitters I needed to let out. The song that came on didn’t matter, because I was lost in the music of my own heartbeat. Rhythm got faster, the bass pounded, and something else in the background was banging too. Maybe it was the door, but I didn’t care. That’s when I saw the door open. I swore I locked it, I shrugged it off anyways. The person who came in had†¦show more content†¦There was a clear white building ahead, a huge cross planted on the front. A person dragged me out, holding me close to their tanned neckline without defiance. After I was put onto a comfortable bed and s ped off, I lost track. My eyes closed. Clearly, at the edge of my bed, a blonde and brunette were arguing. My eyes focused, and I saw Marco Bodt and Reiner Braun before me. â€Å"What did you give to him?!† â€Å"I already told you! I didn’t give him anything! I haven’t even seen him since I gave him the key to his apartment!† Marco choked down tears, â€Å"Then tell me, how exactly did Jean get those drugs! They were from you! I checked over the tablets, marked obviously with your signature!† Every time he says my name, my heart begins to burst. It’s in the way he says is, pronouncing the noun with a French accent the way it should be, his tongue licking his bottom lip after he says my name. â€Å"I don’t know, Marco! I’ve only sold to that blonde recently, the one you said that was his friend.† â€Å"Armin, you mean? There’s no way he could’ve come over and given Jean anything, I know no one has come ove r†¦Ã¢â‚¬  â€Å"Who s to say he didn’t leave the house?† â€Å"No, no, Jean would never willingly go to get some drugs. That’s not him.† â€Å"Marco,† Reiner put a hand on Bodt’s shoulder, â€Å"You told me how he was acting the past couple of days, sweetheart I’m sorry, but he really might have.† â€Å"No!† I shook under the intense sound of Marco’s voice breaking, â€Å"You don’t even know him, Reiner! He’s