he sits alone in his oom, in a crappy apartment with all the electronics one could wish for, and yet the thing he cares for most, the thingshe craves more than anything and the thing that keeps him alive but also kills him inside.
Is the needles and powder. Liquid and smoke. pleasure and pain.
"Damn...I'm short on money..."
His favorite smell, is that of soothing plant. Where the smoke will put you to sleep and make you laugh even when you think you lost all traces of happiness. Favorite sweet is the cocaine candy that courses through him, that makes him feel like he can do anything before bringing him to his knees with paranoia. The thing that makes him go to his knees, the drug that makes him feel nothing, that messes with his weight and hunger
"I'll have to get cheaper stuff...or a lower amount..but.."
He couldn't live without it, it made him feel alive when he felt dead inside. It made him forget everything when the memories became to much...it made him feel nothing, when all he felt was pain.
They had become his life, they had become a part of him when the people he needed left him in the streets, when the one person he could trust left him alone, wishing for a friend again. But now, the powder, the smoke and the needle were his friends and family, all he ever needed. That and his games.
"I wonder...if he still remembers...that he kept me clean for so long"
The sound of the theme songs and points and leveling up rang through out the room and he sat on his bed, thinking. The thoughts came one after another, with barely enough time for him to give himself a response.
He paused the game, picking up a needle and tapping the side a few times. Of course he was smart enough to use new ones, not dirty, he was third after all.
"I wish were here to help me again...Mel's.."
It was injected and for the next two hours, it woul seem like everyuthing around him was dead, like he didn't have to care because everyone and everything was dead. Or maybe it was just him, and his life...was just...
Game over.