Disclaimer: Not mine.
Notes: I didn't use anyone's name, but it should be pretty obvious as to who is who. Written for challenge 90 at speedrent.
"Just try it, baby. It feels good." Her voice is soft, gentle as she purrs in his ear.
"No. Get that thing away from me now." His voice is adamant as he pushes her hands away from his arm.
"Baby, just try it once. I promise if you don't like it, you don't have to do it again."
"I know I won't like it."
"You'll never really know until you try it."
She has a point. But he knows this is bad. He knows it will hurt him in the end. He knows it's a mistake
"Come on, babe," she waves the loaded needle in front of his face, pulling him out of his thoughts. "Just once. Just for me." She pouts a little, her gray eyes going soft and gentle.
Looking at her, he wonders how someone who looked at him that way – loving and tender – could possibly want to hurt him. She always talks about how good it makes her feel. How she's always on top of the world and nothing could ever bring her down. Maybe she just wants to share that feeling with him. Because she loves him. He loves her too. He doesn't want to lose her. "Promise it won't hurt me?"
"Promise." She kisses him hard on his mouth before slipping the needle into his arm, injecting the wondrous poison into his veins. When she finishes, she takes him into her arms, holding him as the heroin takes effect.
As he soars higher than any kite he had ever flown, he wonders how something that felt this amazing could possibly hurt him in the end.
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This time, it's different arms around him. Strong, pale arms holding him down as he shakes violently. Different arms for a different reason. It's another man's arms – his best friend's arms – wrapped tight around him so he doesn't run off to join his lost love. To make sure he doesn't spend any money he can find on another dose of smack. To make sure no more needles or a razor get near his wrists.
Finally, he gives in. He leans his head on the shoulder of the man holding him. Shaking, he sobs vehemently, wetting the thin t-shirt with his tears. He hears gentle words and soft hand run up and down his back.
"Shh, it'll be okay. It's just me. I'm here."
"Don't… leave me… like… she did." The words are barely audible, but they're heard.
"I'll always be here."
Just to be sure, he wraps his arms around him a little tighter, making sure the pale blond holding him will never leave him. Never leave him with a bloody mess and a death sentence. Never leave him with a drug addiction and a broken heart.
He knew from the start it would hurt him. He knew from the start it would be a mistake. He just wishes he knew from the start to listen to his heart.
-Fin