My Lonely Pain
(I still do not own scrubs..Sniff…sob and sigh)
Chapter two: The Secret
The way things had been going it was a wonder that he was still able to function upright, let alone take care of other people; it was weighing on him heavy this burden, this deceit. He had alienated everyone only speaking when spoken to barley making eye contact he had fallen so deep into himself it was if he had never existed at all. There was only one thing that made him warm inside, and that was the ride he took every time he tapped a vein.
It wasn't like he woke up the morning after he got back from Tacoma and said "I think I am going to become an addict" It was more like he began helping himself to the easy access of the pharmacy, and even that took some nerve. After being a poster boy for the D.A.R.E program for so long who would think that he could ever be a user? Certainly not John Dorian so when he wrote that first bogus script for vicodin no one was more surprised than himself. After that first time his fate was sealed, the pain came to a stand still and the lonely went away. He didn't care that his girlfriend was gone or that his baby was dead, he didn't hurt when he saw Turk and his family and he could give a flying flip about Elliot or Keith.
When he was high the world fell away and he fell with it, into a gossamer cloud of cotton candy bliss, the only problem was that he didn't stay high for very long and when he woke up the pain was right there waiting for him. That's when he began to search for a new and better high a longer-lasting one and that is when he met Winston and that was the beginning of the end.
More to come, however I am going to switch Point of Views very soon……Tell me what you think so far…SMOOCHES.