Author's Note: drabble chapter to prove to everyone that I'm not dead.
Madness
Addict
I've tasted death on my tongue eleven times. Each time more bitter than the last.
Nausea and fevers usually follow afterwards, along with the pain. Today the metallic taste of blood mixes with the bitterness.
A small part of me is screaming to stop this. But I can't.
I've come too far. I've acquired a taste for poison.
The adrenaline follows with every dose of antidote. Every kiss she grants me for surviving.
It's horrifying, exhilarating, pure ecstasy.
I didn't know before what could drive a person to become addicted to substances.
But in a horrible way I do now.
I should stop.
I won't stop.
I'll keep going.
Because it's the same for her.
This experiment is addictive.