Prologue

Addict
1. To become physiologically or psychologically dependent on a habit-forming substance.
2. One who is addicted, as to narcotics or a compulsive activity.

"You need to stop, Crona!"

I need to stop.

"Get some help! You can't do this on your own!"

I need help.

"It's going to kill you, Crona!"

I'm going to kill myself

What do they mean? They know none of those things are helping.

I'm simply stuck in this ongoing loop there is no end to it, I can't stop, I can't get help, I know I can't do any of those things. I can't stop, or else the bugs come back, the demons will haunt me again, the voices will return and the walls will start crashing; I don't know how to deal with those things again.

I just can't deal with stopping

I can't stop this loop because there is no end; there is no stop sign; they don't understand,

There is no stopping.

Even as my chest burns with fire, as my adrenaline rushes through my veins, as my lips go numb, I just can't stop. For once I feel, happy, I feel like I have a real soul living inside me and I'm not just a stone cold statue as if I am truly alive. They don't understand that. They want me to be happy, I'm happy right?

Pure happiness.

I inhale and as the smoke is filling up my lungs the same rush flows through me. I start feeling a tingling in my weak legs. The butterflies, they go inside my stomach and start fluttering and my body falls victim to the sensual feeling, the great feeling. I lift my shaking, sweaty hands to my numb lips and take another breath. I stare down at the pipe, my head swimming and clouded. I don't even notice the room around me, I feel as if I'm not in this dark, wretched apartment anymore. Oh how amazing! I keep lighting it, the pure substance melting away breathing, I feel that same rush taking all the sorrow away… taking me away from my reality as the smoke starts filling the air; the same rush; the same happiness, the same great feeling flowing through my veins. Everything is spinning, a carousel how fun! It keeps going and the spinning won't stop, I can't get off this carousel; it's too much fun!

I'm happy right?! That's what they want, right?!

Pure happiness, isn't that what they want?! Isn't this what happiness feels like? Is it supposed to spin around like a carousel? Is happiness the butterflies? The mind numbing rush? The shaking of my legs? The sweating of my palms? Is all this happiness? Is this the feeling all of them get when they laugh? When they smile?

You see everyone; I have too much fun on this carousel I can't get off of it!

I'm happy Maka! See this smile? I'm happy!

Is this what happiness feels like?
Is this what it feels like to smile? To laugh?
Is this what it truly feels like?

I don't know how good this is considering it's so short.
It's a prologue (obviously) to the chapter story I hope to write.
Yes, in this story Crona is a boy. I know Crona's gender is debatable, but for the sake of the story Crona is a boy.
Well, I hope you enjoy it and I hope it's good.

1st chapter will probably be up sometime next week.