TW - DRUG ABUSE
The wall is leaking tears. The ceiling is neon blue. My eyes are red and heavy, but I don't want to close them yet. The pain is sweet. The mirror is bleeding, the water in the bathtub is black. I'm floating, a blurry green shape. The bed is glittering, and the mattress turns watery as I lie down. I admire the sights, my thoughts encased in bubbles, but the images start to fade. I start to come down from the high, but I don't want it to end yet. So I take more pebbles. Pebbles filled with marvellous things. The things make me feel good. I like feeling good. The mirror bleeds more this time. I stub my toes on the door, and gold leaks out of the wound. It's shiny and yellow. I like shiny things. I want to see more gold, so I start scratching and peeling my arm. Slowly, more gold leaks out of my arm. I want more. I start scratching aggressively and release a happy sigh as more gold rushes out. The pain is heaven. I want more. The tears leaking from the walls have turned into floods, but I can't feel them dripping on me. I want to feel them, so I take some more pebbles. I'm flying. The pain is something I can't feel anymore. I want to feel it, so I take some more. Everything is fading. The magic is disappearing, so I take more, more, more.
I'm falling, and I smell my wings burning as I plummet to the ground. I'm on the bed, my eyes are heavy, so I close them.
Everything fades to black.
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HorrorIntroducing you to the land of the lawless... What would happen if murderers never got caught? If people gave free rein to their emotions and temptations? Deep dark wishes? Bloodshed would be widespread. The world would be ruled by sins and impulses...
