Author's Note: This small drabble basically tells why it's rated M. Drug Abuse.
This was really difficult to write, it went through millions on revisions, and I still don't like it. Reviews would be great *needs to know what she needs to do better on*
Disclaimer: I have to tell it to myself every day, "I don't own them… I don't own them…"
He inhaled sharply as he broke his skin with the needle, sliding it into his collapsed veins.
Just one more hit… One more…
Roxas hissed as his thumb pressed down on the syringe, the contents shooting up into his bloodstream. The young blond could immediately feel the high creeping up on him.
He let his body lean against the cool and smooth wall. His head gently bumped against he solid, and that's right when the high he'd waited for kicked in.
Finally.
Everything that had troubled him fell away and disappeared. All his cares, gone. Poof. He no longer cared about Xion's tears when she found out what he did. He overlooked Demyx's questions about his health, his ghastly complexion. He failed to care about his lover's pleads and cries, begging for him to stop, to come back, to love him again. He had completely put Axel out of his mind. Everything was forgotten and disregarded. Everything was gone.
All that was there was the high.
Euphoria. Wonderful and happy, bright and hot. He felt numb at the same time, like pins and needles where pricking him all over, but it felt good. Roxas felt like there was a blanket surrounding and envloping his body. A warm, cuddly, and beautiful blanket, in which, nothing was wrong or right. Everything was okay.
He closed his now pale blue eyes, smiling.
Roxas saw nothing. Nothing but dark blue.