Addiction:A battle|✔ [VARSHRA FANIFICTION]

♔ADDICTION♔

It was a brand new day and it was the same old routine for Varun.

The sun shined brightly and that activity of the sun disturbed Varun's peaceful sleep.

He turned his head to escape the attack of the sunlight but it was all of no use.

He lost the battle with the light and so he got up sitting on the bed.

He rubbed his eyes trying to clear the vision and his eyes immediately fell on the book which was given to him yesterday by the girl.

He didn't remember things properly as an after effect of the drug but he did remember a few bits and pieces about yesterday's meeting.

He stretched and threw the blanket off him.

'Work...have to go for work'. Varun thought. But he didn't like going for work.It just made him tired and what if he needed his drugs while he was working...He couldn't take chances.

Yet money is always the reason why people have to force themselves to do stuff.

Varun forced himself into the bathroom and freshened up.

He was not a morning person,firstly.

He hated getting up early in the morning and apart from this reason,drugs also show different colors at different times.

Like for instance Varun had to deal with sleepless nights like has if he suffered from insomnia and the other times he would feel sooo sleepy that he just couldn't get up the whole day.

So it was basically like two extreme poles of sleep.

Varun had also gotten a dream.Something that he usually never gets.Though he barely remembered it now.Dreams were always a question mark for him,especially since the time he has been in the clutches of drugs.

He came out from the washroom,a towel wrapped his lower half and water dripping down his head and chest.He dried his hair with another towel in his hand.

As usual he made way to the mirror and eyed himself.

He didn't have the usual bags under his eyes and this tells that he got his first 'proper' sleep.Without any tablet.

His eyes were still red and will probably continue to be red until he realizes that the drugs is what is making him look dull,tired and even older,if we can add that adjective.

Varun took slow and lazy steps to his wardrobe and opened it,looking at all his clothes on the hangers.

He bent his head a little to see another small shelf where he had a few un-ironed or crumbled clothes and also a few syringes.

He grabbed a crumbled shirt and shook it off in air then,slowly wearing it.

He then bent down again to spot the syringes and grabbed one as soon as he spotted them.

Varun sat on chair which was right in front of the mirror.He placed the syringe on the table and grabbed the bottle that contained 'the liquid'.He injected the syringe into the bottle and pulled out the plunger slowly,watching the liquid fill the barrel.

His lower half was still covered with the towel and it was tucked carefully.

He then pulled out the syringe from the bottle and slowly injected it into his skin where he usually injects the syringe.He closed his eyes trying to feel the pain but also the pleasure that took over him.He felt good taking the drugs.

Later,the syringe was discarded and he got completely dressed and left for work.

By work,it actually means working in a part time job for a small start-up.He has been working in this job for like...4 weeks by now.