light// 5sos [luke]

ii

*trigger warning:mentions of drug use and cutting (but no detailed description)*

as she stood on the dirty corner, she could feel eyes peering at her. she had forgotten this feeling of being out on the open and it made her slightly uncomfortable, but it exhilarated her as well. she felt like an animal being observed in a lab. like an experiment gone wrong.

but then suddenly she was no longer a failed project! she became a jewel, a much craved meal, a needed release. a hungry set of eyes had noticed her and was heading right towards her. as the predator reached its prey. she gave him a smile, a flirty shake of her head, a sultry 'come here' pout. after two years she knew just how to act, just how to get what she needed.

" i can make you feel good" she cooed, becoming the eyes closer.

they circled around her like a vulture's but she knew that she had entrapped them. the hunger in them had swelled above capacity and she was the only one who could provide a release.

as she led the eyes to a hotel on the opposite corner she let her mind go blank. she needed to stop feeling anything or else she would snap. and if she snapped she would not get what she truly desired. after all, she was most definitely an addict in need of a fix.

she was an addict of many things. drugs. sex. money. attention. but none of these addictions would have been formed if she hadn't developed the never ending craving for one simple thing: freedom.

she was firstand foremost an addict of freedom.  she didn't truly process that freedom was her true desire, but she had an inkling that none of her other addictions were not what she really needed.  this need for freedom, and the misunderstanding of her need were what had led to her downfall. if she had not tasted that first whift of freedom, she would still be living the life she was destined to have.

when she was 16,her loving-where they truly loving?- bought her a car. with this car, she was able to go wherever whenever. this car was really what started it all.  this car was her carriage to parties. and these parties were gateways to bad habits.  there, she experienced marijuana for the first time, or the magic plant as she often called it. and then the magic plant introduced her to its friends. cocaine was friendly but did not suit her needs. ecstacy was not a trust worthy friend. pharmaceuticals were too posh. but then she met her true love. before this little lover entered her life, her relationship with drugs was not taking her anywhere. but this little guy brought her too new unexplored lands.  the little crystals soon became more than a friend to her, but a crutch.  without the precious jewels, she simply could not function.  but with the expensive jems, she soon became a shell of who she was.  and this shell was who she was now: an addict. someone who could not survive on their own. someone no longer truly alive. 

clearly, her love for freedom did not lead her anywhere positive. but she did not know this, nor did she really care. because to be completely honest, she had stopped caring a long time ago, even before her car became her coffin. she had stopped caring as soon as she had sliced her skin for the first time.

but had she really stoppedcaring? afterall, she did desire freedom. and maybe it was freedom from the little metal blade. 

truthfully, none of this mattered to her.  she just needed to fulfill her craving for the little crystal drugs and then she would be ok.  or at least a small percentage better than how she was now.

so she stopped her train of thought and led the hungry eyes to an area she knew was safe. after reaching safety, she fed the eyes and the eyes fed her, but in a different way. the two separated and continued with their lives. the predator to his loving wife and two kids, the prey to her beloved street bench and pipe.

AUTHOR'S NOTE

please please please spread this story around ok it would mean so much to me

i think it's pretty clear what the girl does and who the eyes are and what her little friend is but if it isn't then comment and i or someone else will explain it

and like i said earlier the vagueness is important to the story if you don't like it then stop reading because this is how most of it will be written

and yah ok bye 

love you lots

eva