It's been months probably.
Months of torture? No. Months of life.
I became attached to my demons.
And I almost felt... Happy
Happy that I no longer felt fear towards the demons of the night.
Actually, I couldn't feel anything at all.
People don't know who I am.
Heck...
I don't even know who I am.
But the demons told me one thing.
That is my name.
Who am I?
My name is Cocaine...
