There I was again. Spending my Friday night in the same dingy alley way, with the same fucked up people, doing the same drugs. I was very well acquainted with the illegal substances, too acquainted. The feeling they gave me was that of pure bliss. It allowed my body to feel numb at last, all the pain of my life melting away and tarnishing the floor beneath me. I inhaled deeply making room for the clouds of smoke that begun darting around my body with ever present urgency. Gently breathing out wisps of smoke into the bitter and polluted air.
There is a strong stigma when it comes to drugs but to me, it's my holy grail. The only thing I need in life. However much it damaged me I knew I was already too broken to fix so I simply allowed it. My drug addiction was completely unintentional and unstoppable. I didn't want to be this way. Hell, I hated how I was. I hated this life that I had been given. The vortex of inescapable trauma and hurt that was my existence. My stupid, unnecessary existence. Drugs are the only things that can make me forget about everything. I have nothing else left for me any more.
My life is just me and drugs. No one else watching over me, trying to tell me that what I'm doing is wrong. No one to make me feel guilty, no one to care about me. I don't have any of that, the only thing I want is the immense and beautiful high... Or so I thought.
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Demons~ Muke
FanfictionMichael Clifford led a simple life without the burden of relationships and various responsibilities that he would never be able to keep up with. No one was looking over his shoulder, telling him what to do and he savoured that. He savoured the freed...
