Title: Need
Rated: T for angst
Characters: Jak
Stop it.
You can feel it crawling painfully underneath your skin, climbing up and up and up until your arms arms are throbbing and your veins are pulsing, desiring something more than the blood that runs through them.
Please, go away.
You feel that something is weighing you down in the middle, and it hurts, not just because it feels like someone is driving a dagger into your lower stomach, but because it's always there. Every single minute of every single day you can feel it. Your back arches and you bite your tongue to keep from crying out in pain.
Not today.
You try to roll over and reach for the small vial of dark eco you keep for instances like these, but your hand convulses and your fist clenches. You try and try but you can't wrap your fingers around the small glass container. You curse, and somehow manage to grab it the second time.
Addictions. Cravings. Wants. Needs.
It all comes crashing down on you and you hate yourself for it, for being weak, for being unable to stop this thing from eating you apart from the inside, tearing away the traits and the morals that make- made -you Jak. To say this is all the Baron's fault is a lie - you let this happen to yourself, for not being brave enough, and not being strong enough. You hate how your body almost seems to relax as the dark eco absorbs into your system, shadowing your world with black.
Why?
Because you can't stop it now, even if you wanted to - which you do. Oh gods you do. You hate dark eco, hate it with a passion, but you need it, more than anything in this despicable world. You rely on it, almost as much as you rely on Daxter. But worst of all, you want it.
You're addicted.
And there's nothing you can do to stop it.
Another drabble from dA that I added to and thought worthy of joining my fics here.
Gosh I love Jak 2 angst.
~Leia