Stalker in the Shadows

Strange Aqquaintances

(TW: Drug addiction/ substance abuse)
Junseo's POV

It was a fairly chilly Tuesday morning, the occasional sounds of hooting cars filling my otherwise quiet room. I was in no mood to get up, why anyways?

Life's such a drag lately. College, partying, sex, it doesn't numb the pain as much anymore. I need more, I want more...
With a heavy sigh, I managed to sit up gently and stretched my arms out.

I wouldn't even bother making my bed anyways, it's apart of the boring, mundane life I live.
I went to the bathroom and started brushing my teeth, checking my phone for any messages.

As if anyone cares to text or call me. I soon finished cleaning myself up, putting on red plaited pants and a long-sleeve white shirt.

The other day I received an ominous text message telling me a location where I could find a decent...substance dealer? Now, the rational part of me didn't wanna check if this was legit, but here we are.
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I soon arrived at the location that was sent to me and it was just some crusty apartment building. It looked rundown, foliage covering the paths and all. Yuck, I might be a mess but I still have some decency in me.

I knocked on the door gently, praying that someone doesn't answer but also does. And of course, the door just had to open, fuck. A rugged looking man appeared, his scent already reeking of alcohol and cigarettes.

"What can I do for ya'?" He greeted me casually, lighting a cigarette and putting it between his lips. He looked like the type of person who'd lure a kid into a van with candy.

"I... look, I'm here for drugs, man. I got the message and I came. I just need them, my life is going to actual shit right now." I didn't like how desperate I sounded, but it was true. I needed them.
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Time flies, huh? 4 months later and my life's gone into a complete downward spiral. But it's... strangely nice? Being high, laughing at even flies passing by.
It all feels like a fever dream.

Monday, 9:30am

Mondays aren't my thing, they're boring and so bland. But alas, college has to come first... sometimes.

I got out of the house, not even bothering to make my bed and walked to school.

The sight of people so happy and joyful in the morning sent a familiar pang through my chest. It wasn't sadness, nor was it confusion. It was anger.

I was angry as to why others should be happy and I'm not. But perhaps that's my fault. No, it's never my fault, right?

*During Class*

"Alright, class. Please open up your textbooks to page 230.." the teachers voice boomed through the class, the familiar scratchiness rubbing my ears in the wrong way.

I started doodling on my page, trying to blur the real world out. All I could think about was getting home and taking hits again... they always made me happier.

That's when I notice her.. walking into the classroom. "She looks so pretty..."  I thought to myself. My eyes raking up and down her figure.

It's not everyday I see someone who peaks my interest like this.

And now that I have, I think I've found a new addiction. I need to meet her. I need to be the only one she knows...