There was nobody there. Nobody to witness what was about to happen. Nobody to see, to feel the horror, to feel disgusted. Nobody to be anybody; to be someone to tell him to stop.
In that dark room somewhere inside some old abandoned mansion, in a decadent and corrupt city, the addicted was satisfying his thirst for chemicals. The needle piercing through his arm was no pain, he shivered and a thin line of blood made its course along his arm; it came as an escape route for stress. Injecting all that shit would make him forget all of it, forget the cops who raped his girlfriend, forget the system that would never change, forget the shitty life he had.
Then came the shame, shame for what he had become. Shame for living like a rat and not be strong enough to stop his finger from injecting the drugs. Shame for not being how someone must have wanted him to be. That night there was no moon and no stars in the sky, no light inflowing through the window of the old abandoned mansion, no one in the streets to hear him screaming with anger.
Now, finally the drugs ran freely trough his blood and maybe for three seconds he was in heaven, five seconds after it was hell. Later that night the addicted died
In that dark room somewhere inside some old abandoned mansion, in a decadent and corrupt city, the addicted was satisfying his thirst for chemicals. The needle piercing through his arm was no pain, he shivered and a thin line of blood made its course along his arm; it came as an escape route for stress. Injecting all that shit would make him forget all of it, forget the cops who raped his girlfriend, forget the system that would never change, forget the shitty life he had.
Then came the shame, shame for what he had become. Shame for living like a rat and not be strong enough to stop his finger from injecting the drugs. Shame for not being how someone must have wanted him to be. That night there was no moon and no stars in the sky, no light inflowing through the window of the old abandoned mansion, no one in the streets to hear him screaming with anger.
Now, finally the drugs ran freely trough his blood and maybe for three seconds he was in heaven, five seconds after it was hell. Later that night the addicted died
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