Forgive me... I cannot help but feed your deadly addiction... From each and every pill you unquestioningly pop to each and every syringe of smoky liquid you inject into your bloodstream directly. I watch as your eyes dilate, your lips dry out, and you lose complete control of your mind and body. You'll sweat, puke, convulse, and cry but you will not regret.
You wrap your shaking fingers about the small white unmarked pill, placing it to your lips and eagerly devour it, swallowing it with a shot of Absinthe. It tastes horrible, but you so not care. Methamphetamine is your friend... I can feel your heart rate increase as your body shakes more against mine. You're losing control. Good. You'll soon belong to me, now.
Not fast enough... Your fingers play with fire as you prepare your next trip. You stumble and stab yourself a few unnecessary times, looking for that perfect location. Finally, you find your vein, pressing the tip of the new syringe into your skin, breaking it and shoving the needle deep within. A smile crosses your lips that I can see as your finger pushes on the other end, watching the smoky liquid leave the glass tube and enter your blood stream. You end up ripping your arm as you none the less pull the needle out on an angle, not like you'll feel anything now.
You let out a small moan of euphoria, you've found your blissful state; utter loss of self control. You cannot even move correctly, sedating yourself in your overdose. One pull makes you hyper while your most recent shoot up has left you with your arrested breathing, dizziness and quite nauseous. Poor thing; good thing you did not eat all day...
If you live until morning... I will be there to control you myself, Eren...