J-Dog x Tha Produca
* if you are triggered by drug use or the mention of drugs I suggest you don't read this *
Aron's POV
I sat in my car for probably the third time today.
Everyone else was back in the studio.
I'd told them. I was going out for a smoke but that was a lie.
I'd quickly made it out of the studio and to my car.
As soon as I got in I took a quick look around, making sure no one could see me.
It was dark out so it would be hard to see me but there are street lights around so.
I locked the doors to my car and slipped my belt off.
I dug around under my seat till I found what I was looking for.
I still had some left over from earlier so I didn't have to refill the needle.
I wrapped the belt around my upper arm, holding the end in my teeth to keep it tight.
I searched around for a vein, finding one and sticking the needle in.
I didn't really move since I was quite used to it.
Once everything was in my arm I put the needle back under my seat with my other hand since the one I'd stuck the needle in was a bit numb.
After a few minutes of sitting there I put my belt back on and got out of my car.
As I was walking back into the studio I ran into Jorel.
"sorry..." I murmured.
" No, it's fine. I was just coming to get you. You alright? Your voice sounds a bit shaky " Jorel said, looking down at me.
"huh? Me...I'm...I'm fine. Let's just go back inside " I muttered.
" alright....why were you at your car anyways?" Jorel questioned.
"...I....was looking for another pack of cigarettes... " I muttered in a quick reply as I held the door for him.
We both walked inside and headed back to the studio.
Luckily no one noticed how jittery and out of it I was for the rest of the night.
At least I don't think anyone did
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We were finished up for the night.
All the guys were talking so I decided it was a good idea to go recharge.
" I'm gonna go take a smoke break... " I murmured, slipping out of the room.
No one noticed as usual.
I quickly went out to my car, getting in and frantically looking around to make sure no one was watching.
I locked the doors and slumped down in my seat slightly.
I slipped my belt off and set it down next to me.
I searched around under my seat till I found what I needed.
I pulled everything out, quickly refilling the needle.
I didn't really look to see how much I was putting in but I didn't really care.
At this point, I'm too far gone to be helped.
It's not like anyone would care if I was gone either.
