"Sex on drugs is mind-blowing. Wanna try?"
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Kim Migyung, a former prima ballerina who had to give up dancing after an accident. Not being able to do the only thing she's ever known, her dreams stripped away, she...
“i'm afraid but i'll lose myself to her at every point of my life—”
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Going into withdrawal is like dying.
Maybe not dying but it's like free-falling through the rabbit hole, just the experience is much scarier, the hole much darker than what Alice found it to be. The senses are heightened, making one's chest burn with need, head to spin and ache as if someone is drilling a hole into the skull to remind them of the one thing they have purposely made their bodies used to.
Migyung gasped for breath, her nails digging into her bloodied hands as she writhed on her bed. Biting her lip hard, the metallic taste hits her tongue, her back arching painfully as if a hot dagger pierced her stomach. This wave of pain was much worse than the previous one.
When it passed and she was able to open her eyes, her hand started searching for her bedside table. Pulling the drawer open she cried out loud when she found it empty. She had forgotten to restock. Amid her worries and tight schedule, she had somehow started to cut off, had started to ignore herself like always and now it hit her like a boulder.
Getting up on shaky legs, she walked towards her closet, she was sure she would find something there. Rummaging through the drawers, pulling out her clothes and throwing them behind her, she ignored the pain, ignored the sweat that made her clothes and hair stick to her body.
She let out a triumphant laugh when she found a little bottle, a paper rolled inside it. She was sure she would find something in there and was quick to open it only to find a powder staring at her.
She gulped, feeling her heartbeat already accelerating thinking how it would make her feel. At the same time, she felt cold sweat drip down her neck, knowing exactly what it would do. There was a reason why she had only tried it once, why it was tucked in the deepest corner of her closet.
Ecstasy made a person hallucinate and the last time she consumed it she had murdered her sister in her imagination.
But it seemed her body had a mind of its own. Before she knew it, her patience giving up, she threw the whole thing in her mouth, uncaring of what it would do as she stumbled back to her bed and laid there, a silly smile lighting up her face as she experienced heaven on earth.
Voices dimmed around her, the blaring horns outside almost a negligible thud in her ears. Her limbs relaxed, the mattress under her feeling extra soft and she felt as if she was sinking in it.
Slowly, the sheets covered her, engulfing her as her breathing slowed down. Her eyes were the last thing to be covered with the stark white sheets, drowning her in complete darkness. But this time around she wasn't afraid, there was no pain because it wasn't trying to kill her.
Suspended in the air, she floated, her mind and body relaxing as one of her favourite songs, Stronger than me by Amy Winehouse started playing somewhere far away but she could easily make out all the lyrics. It relaxed her further, the jazz tunes and her soulful voice had her feeling on top of the world. Stronger with her strong voice backing her.
