Luke’s POV:
I carefully balanced the contents of my spoon with one hand while I grabbed the needle with the other. I dipped the tip of the syringe into the solution I had just brewed up and pulled back on the plunger making sure to get every last drop. Heroin was expensive shit and I wasn’t about to waste even a bit of it.
I put the spoon down and flicked the syringe a few times to get rid of any air bubbles before finding a vein and carefully sliding the needle through my skin. I pushed down on the plunger letting the toxic mix invade my blood stream. It was only matter of time now before the high that I longed for would begin to consume me so that I could get rid of all these pesky feelings.
It was moments like this, right after I shot up some heroin or snorted a line or whatever it was I was doing at that moment, that the guilt would really hit me.
I had never meant to turn into this. I had never meant for any of this to go so far. And of course I felt bad – for my mom and my brothers and even my friends – I knew it hurt them to have to look at me like this, at what I was becoming or, even, what I already was – a drug addict. I hated to think those words and I couldn’t quite bring myself to say them, but I knew deep down that I was, without a doubt, a drug addict. I guess figured that if I admitted it out loud, it would be official – a label people could tag me with. I didn’t want to be like this, but I was. The feeling of being high, the short-lived escape from life, was just too good to let go and, to be honest, even if I could change, I wasn't sure I wanted to.
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The Luke Brooks Diaries
Fanfiction**Inspired by "The Basketball Diaries."** Luke Brooks loved everything about being in the Janoskians, that is, except for the haters. And when all the negativity gets to be too much for him, one night, Luke decides to let loose with some of his frie...
