A/N- Hey! If you're confused, remember, this part of the story picks up directly after chapter 9! This is no longer part of the alternate ending, and this continues the true ending! Happy reading!
The hinges of the front door are rusted shut; my panic level rises. I run around to the back of the building, but there's no door. I hear the police; they're close, maybe almost to the front of the building. I see a maintenance shed. I run to it; it opens easily. I hurry inside and crouch down after I shut the door. I sit on the balls of my feet and pull out my Terror and my supplies; I have 3 G's left. I snort fast, eager to finish off my stash. I'm sniffing my last line when suddenly I hear the door open. I sniff as fast as I can when I feel a hand clamp down hard on my shoulder. The officer drags me out of the shed while shouting that he, "Found the damn junkie!" I was still holding my mirror and straw, sniffing as I was dragged to the front of the building where the other officers stood. I finished off my final line just as the man holding me knocked the supplies out of my hand. I would learn later that I then fell down and had a seizure when I OD'd. I guess I passed out, too, because I don't remember being taken to Booking and Holding.
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Druggie Love - Septiplier AU
ФанфикWhen Jack lands in the hospital because of an overdose of a new horrible drug called Terror, he's pushed to Narcotics Anonymous. He hates it. That is until he meets Mark, his NA sponsor. Will Mark help Jack recover? or will something bad happen - so...
