Girl Seduced (The Girl Interrupted Trilogy Book #1) by Danika Steel Page A

been friends since that time.  Practically my whole life.
    We stayed close – I saw and talked to her every day - but she had her own social life and I stayed alone most of the time.  The meth kept me sane and, the farther and farther Sabrina and I drifted apart, the more alone I felt.    I would study after I took it, I would read after I took it – sometimes, I would just clean for hours after I took it and I felt absolute elation any time I took it.
    I started snorting meth instead of drinking it and it was like the first time I had used it.  I only did it in private – in the bathroom where no one could see me.  When I was snorting it up my nose, I felt like the whole world was watching on a hidden camera somewhere and the police were going to bust down my door like they do on reality television.  But no one every busted down my door.  Kenneth just kept taking my money, Sabrina just kept partying her ass off, and I just stayed alone, in my apartment, and snorted several times a day. 
     
    It just kept becoming more and more desirable to me and using a little bit just didn’t make me feel as good as it had the first time I had tried it.  I was taking meth daily, at least three or four times, but no one knew – except for me and Kenny (we were becoming sort of friends – enough so that on our last chat, he ended it with ‘call me Kenny’.  So I did.).  He was happy – he was making a ton of money and I’m not sure what I was.  I felt almost out of myself, but in a really wonderful way – like I could fly if I wanted to. The “real” me was sort of out of town for a while so the interim “me” could get caught up and forget about that night.  That one night at that one party. 
    I thought about flying that afternoon.  I was dusting the room and changing the sheets and the window was open and the breeze kept blowing into the room and catching my breath.   I had been dreaming about flying since I was a little girl.  I wasn’t ever sure what the dreams meant, but I would literally flap my arms in the dreams and take off…and I could fly above the town – not really high, just enough that I could look down at the houses and cars and people beneath me.  I would sort of float through the air, but I was still flapping – and flying.
      I snorted a small amount of meth – just enough to feel the rush and I walked over to the window.  Staying in a dorm had been the pits, especially three stories up. We had tried hard to decorate it and make it ours, but every hole in the wall had to be patched and painted, four square white walls were all that was allowed and there just wasn’t much anyone could do with that.  Everyone heard every sound we made – if we accidentally coughed too loud, the neighbors would beat on the walls (and likewise).  The roommates below us were a young couple who stayed up all night, their old, rusty bed beating against the wall all night long.  Sabrina and I would try to cover our heads with our pillows, but sometimes it was more fun to listen and laugh. It was college and it wouldn’t be forever.
    Jonathan had become really distant lately, and I couldn’t figure out why.  God, was he gorgeous.  I thought about him all the time.  The first night we met, he was such a hero and after that, we started seeing each other quite a bit.  Quite a bit turned into every day and Jonathan and I became inseparable very quickly.  But even he didn’t know that when I was “going to the bathroom”, I was really getting high.  I really believed that Jonathan was my soul mate and that he was the one who I would finish college with and marry one day. 
    One night, we had gone to see one of the movies that the college showed in the atrium theatre.  It was a romantic comedy and the movie turned into a beautiful moonlit stroll, a walk back to my dorm, me taking a quick trip to my bathroom and, before I knew it, Jonathan and I were having making love.  It wasn’t sex.  It was