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Suggested Listening: Morphine by Digital Summer
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Beyond Birthday-beady red eyes like a lab rat, hair darker than coal, and figure so skeletal a dead body would be jealous-had taught him a lot of things. The way around a card table. How to smoke. Sex, oh yes sex. How to get out of a cop car while in handcuffs...
But one thing he had never taught him...was how to stop.
Matt tapped the vein, the poor little one on the side of his arm. It was ready to collapse but he could still get a few uses from it. He inserted the needle, pushed the fire inside and threw his head back.
Beyond liked needles. He stuck himself with nothing in them, just for the feel. He never ran out, hell half his place had been filled with boxes of needles. The one time he had asked what was done with all the extras the response had been a tilted head, an even more tilted smile, and a "When you're older". Matt never asked again.
Now Matt wished he had. Maybe it had been a good idea. He stumbled to his feet, nearly knocking the chair in front of him over, and feeling a rush of laughter bubble in his throat. He did not laugh, but the feeling was intoxicating. Euphoric. It always was.
It lasted less and less these days, he needed more, always-like he said Beyond never taught him how to stop.
In an hour he would be dead inside again. A walking corpse. He would need another hit. Ohhhhh if only his one friend could see him now. Blue eyes would be narrowed at him. But those days had long since passed, and so had B. Ironically it had nothing to do with Heroin.
A simple traffic accident. Funny eh?
Matt flopped to the couch, his arms heavy and sleepy and "Happy".
In an hour...
His eyes closed and breathing became slow and peaceful as he zoned out.
...he would need more.