I called it fun, they called me addicted

Do I love her? Do I miss her? (Chapter 4)

There's this gorgeous girl, named Katherine, I met her in the midst of mine and Carlys fling. The first time I saw her she took my breath away, the perfect looking girl, brown eyes, blondish brown hair, wearing a choker necklace. We talked and I found out she was fucking amazing, then i did the stupidest thing I could ever do, I fell in love.

When a normal person falls in love, it's fine, they get over it.
when an addict falls in love they start killing themselves, and thats what I did. the day after I met her I overdosed, I wasn't paying attention to the dosage, I was thinking of her and I took 5 pills when I meant to take 3. I'm aware that doesn't sound like a huge difference, but with this shit it was.
Imagine when you turn water on maximum hotness and it burns your hand, now imagine that burning feeling going into every limb in your body, and then your muscles tense up, everything tightening, making you feel like you're being held down. so I tried to scream but my throat closed and I started choking, frantically gasping for air. My vision started to go black, closing in like the end of looney tunes. and I woke up a day later in my friends bed.
he walked in
"Yo! you're awake!"
"grphml"
I couldn't talk, my throat felt dryer than every girl who looks at Steve Buscemi
"Here, have some water."
He handed me a bottle of Arrowhead water, it was gone within 20 seconds
"Thanks, what the fuck happened?"
"You ODed bro."
then it came back to me, the pain, the feeling of being pinned down, and the realization that Katherine was the only thing I was thinking about while being killed by my own habit.