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bloodstream

harry

how'd i get so faded

Stumbling through the crowd, I try my hardest to find somewhere quiet. 

lord forgive me for the things I've done

I find the laundry room and silently thank no one in particular.

I open the door and find a blonde kid, head against the washer. His eyes meet mine and I can tell he's absolutely out of it. 

"Fuck it," I mumble, stepping in and closing the door.

colored crimson in my eyes, one or two could free my mind

His eyes follow me as I take out my fentanyl. Not my first choice, but couldn't get my hands on anything else at the moment. I crush them up on the back of my phone and create a line. I quickly sniff and lean my head against the wall, scrunching as I do so.

"I'm already high as fuck, but, can I get a line?" He says slowly. 

I raise my eyebrow.

"Do you always ask strangers for drugs?"

"Not the first time and definitely won't be the last." He says, chuckling. 

I smile back, "It's fentanyl."

He shrugs, "I'll give you ten bucks."

i was never meant to hurt no one

"How much shit are you on right now?" I say, crushing up another line.

"Adderall and some other shit"

I raise my eyebrow again and hand him the phone, watching him take the line and shake his head.

"Niall." He says. 

"Harry. But you can just call me H."

"I think we're going to be great friends."

"I'm not sure it's a good thing we met..."

"You're my new favorite person."

so tell me when it kicks in