There's that kid down the road, Jason Grace. Also known as the "bad boy" of town. I mean, he probably doesn't acknowledge it, as he is high about 99% of the time. He claims that it "sets him free" and allows him to "slip away from reality."
What bullsh*t. Let's face it, he's a drug addict.
Ice, ecstasy, cocaine, heroin, ketamine. He buys whatever he can get his greedy hands on at the time. He can't be deprived for more than a few hours.
Yeah, drug addicts don't sound all that careful, but he does make sure not the overdose or take more than one kind at once. That would be a tad awkward to explain if someone found him passed out.
Although he doesn't pass out, he does vomit and get nose bleeds far too often to be found normal.
He never sleeps. If you ever see him, which is unlikely unless you hang around that part of town a lot, he has these huge, seemingly permanent bags under his eyes. His ribs stick out, more often than not, he has a black eye and his cheeks are hollow.
It's like he has no flesh. I mean, it literally looks like he is just a pile of hastily assembled bones with skin stretched over the top, and maybe a couple of necessary but barely working organs in the mix.
I have no clue what went through his mind to get him to this state. I'm surprised he still has the money. He doesn't work, in fact, I don't even think he has a home anymore.
He has got no water, no food, no home, no friends, no sense, no priorities, no responsibilities. Just money, drugs and connections. Which, as far as he is concerned, is all he needs to survive.
Jason Grace, former rich, white kid with an amazing girlfriend, destined to go to Yale and be successful lawyer. What went wrong?
The old Jason Grace, the one everyone knew before he got addicted, is long forgotten. His friends have all moved on and when his name does come up in conversations, it is hushed pretty quickly. He isn't a person anymore. He is just another statistic that no one pays attention to, not until the number grows scarily big.
What went so horrible in his perfect life that got him to turn to drugs for support? Or did he just decide to experiment one day? Who knows. It's too late for anything to change. He's too far into this mess to get out.
His time is running out. He'll keep withering away until he is only dust, as fine as the drugs he take, or he'll pass out from the exhaustion that comes with getting no sleep and this time he won't wake up. Maybe he'll even overdose or take two drugs that shouldn't be mixed. Perhaps he'll get beaten to death.
Oh the possibilities are endless and sadly, any one of them have a very likely chance of happening.