Addiction, a rent fanfic

I push the syringe up into my arm, feeling the liquid go into my veins.

I wait.

There it is. I feel the blanket starting to cover me. The anxiety leaving. The stress disappearing. The drowsiness beginning to take over my mind.

The imaginary blanket is now protecting me.

I feel a hand on my shoulder.

My best friend, taking the needle from my hand.

"That's enough." He says, his eyes shimmering with tears.

I lean back against the couch, letting the high take over me and letting my eyes close.

"That's it." He says later that night, once the high has worn off. "I'm tired of this. You're quitting. I can't let you do this." He says firmly.

"Ok." I mumble.

"I'm serious. You're done." He demands. I nod, not really hearing it.

I sit on my bed, shaking uncontrollably. Covers. Blankets. Sheets. Warmth.

He covers me with whatever he can, even though we both know its not going to make a difference.

I feel like I'm seizing. He takes me in his arms and holds me tight, rocking me.

"You're ok. It'll be over soon. Just breathe." He said, rocking me a bit more, whispering soothing words.

I wake up surrounded in my own vomit.

I try to move, but find that I cant. I look up to see my wrists tied to the bedpost.

I try to move, but find I cant.

I throw up again, all over myself.

I start to cry. Sobs take over me as I continue to puke.

I can taste the bile in my mouth. I try to swallow, creating one more heave.

He walks in and looks at me with sad eyes.

"Don't do this. Please. Just… one more." I beg him.

He shakes his head. "I had no other choice." He said and he starts to clean me up, crying with me the whole time.

He's sleeping right now.

He fell asleep while watching me.

I get up and quietly put my jacket on.

I go out the fire escape as quietly as possible.

I look back. He hasn't stirred.

I walk down the fire escape and towards the alley.

"Hey." The Man says, slipping me my bag of powder and a fresh new syringe. I buy enough powder to last me the next month. Just in case.

I grunt and give him some money, taking my good up to the loft.

I walk back inside. He still hasn't stirred.

I go into the bathroom and lock it. I burn the powder, making it a liquid and put it into the syringe.

I smack my arm, trying to find a vein.

Smack.

There it is! I quickly pierce the purple vein with the shiny needle, afraid it wont be there long.

I wait to feel the effects.

Nothing. I'm becoming more immune every day.

I put some more into my arm.

Still nothing. I moan in frustration.

I put more.

I start to feel the effects. And they're amazing. Better then I've ever felt.

I want to feel this again. Only… more so.

I take another hit.

And another.

And one more.

Something happens that hasn't happened before. I drop the needle, startled.

Black spots start to cover my vision.

I cry out.

I feel my head hit the floor, the ceiling spinning out of control.

Then darkness for a silent moment.

Then I hear it.

His voice.

"Oh God!" His pained voice cries. "What have you done, Mark?"

Then there's nothing.

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