On The Other Side

Chapter 6 - Euphoria

CLAY
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George eventually fell asleep, despite the text message from my dad that had clearly affected him. We both thought he wouldn't be able to sleep, but he proved us wrong.

I stayed up all night, I couldn't sleep until I found a way to contact my dad's enemies and make the deal to sell them the drugs. After what felt like an eternity, I finally managed to locate their contact information. With trembling hands, I mustered the courage to text their leader, knowing full well the dangers that lay ahead.

His quick response filled me with a mixture of relief and anxiety. The leader warned me not to involve my father and cause any trouble. I assured him that I had no intentions of doing so and emphasized that I had top-quality stuff to offer.

I close the computer and let out a sigh of relief, satisfied that I managed to find the people I needed to contact and did what I had to do. Gently, I place George's computer back into his backpack, ensuring it's closed quietly enough not to disturb his sleep.

As I snuggle under the sheets and close my eyes, I find myself surprisingly not tired despite everything that has happened. The rush of adrenaline coursing through my veins makes it nearly impossible to drift off to sleep. My mind races with thoughts of the future, the risks me and George are taking, and the hope that this risky plan will lead to a better future for both of us.

As I toss and turn in bed, I come to the realization that sleep won't come to me tonight. With a defeated sigh, I accept the restless state and roll my eyes in frustration.

A sudden craving for cocaine grips my entire being. My body seems to move on autopilot as I get out of bed and head towards the backpack. I find the smallest ziplock bag and open it. Alongside the crack is an injection with a needle. I make my way back to the bed, excited for the feeling of cocaine in my blood.

I sit down, cross my legs, and reach for the bottle of water on the nightstand. The soft glow of the light above the bed is the only source of light in the room. Carefully, I open the ziplock bag and retrieve the injection with the needle.

As I hold my phone in my hand, I turn it around so that the camera faces the ceiling. With a deliberate motion, I gently spread some crack on the back of the phone. Taking a moment to double-check the amount, I ensure it's a safe amount for my body to handle.

I open the bottle and take the cap, with precision, I transfer the crack from the back of my phone to the cap. After adding a few drops of water, I mix them using the tip of the needle. Once everything is ready, I slide the hair tie from my wrist to my bicep, ensuring it's tight enough to make the vein more visible.

The hair tie is always on my wrist for a reason.

I press the tip of the needle into my arm and apply a little pressure. Once it pierces my skin, I draw the process out as long as possible. The initial insertion and sting is the best part for me.

I push my thumb down, feeling the warm burn move from the point of insertion, down my wrist and straight up my shoulder.

I slide the needle out and drop it on the bed, then slide the hair tie back down to my wrist.

I curl my arm up to my chest and hold it with my other hand while I lean my head back against the wall. I close my eyes and smile to myself, happy to finally be free from my dad.

I let my arm fall limp to the mattress.

Fuck this feels so good.

As my veins course with a tingling sensation, the sounds of passing cars outside fade into the background, leaving only the intense rhythm of my heart pounding in my ears. The moment feels both captivating and surreal as the drug's effects take hold, enveloping me in a high state of awareness and tranquility.

Fuck...so good.

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