One Shots

Confession

The strongest drug in the world isn't painkillers or synthetic lab made drugs designed to addict and kill. No, the strongest drug in the world is loneliness. It drives you to a point where you feel lost and empty. It pushes you to do things you would of never thought about doing, things that fill the emptiness if even for a few minutes. Loneliness gets you addicted to things that give you a sense of love. It gets you addicted to the feeling of strangers hands touching you and lips that only want to devour you for their own pleasure. A few moments of bliss, of love, of everything needed to fill your void, only for it to grow when all is said and done. A love that means nothing and holds no value. There is no love behind a stranger's lips on your neck. There is nothing more than lust behind those unknown hands reaching to undo your pants button. To you though, the only feeling that matters is the feeling of being wanted by someone only if for sex. The feeling of someone wanting to spend a moment's time with you even if you are being used. The emptiness and loneliness are nothing when those strangers abuse you and use you. You get to the point where you let a strange man talk you into going back to his place and you agree because the loneliness has crept back. He offers you a drink and you take it, thankful that he was kind enough to offer at all. You stumble on the words you try to say as his hand moves to your face. There's a difference now, the emptiness fades quicker and things are becoming a blur, a haze. His hands feel soft but harsh at the same time as he brings his face towards yours. His lips press on yours and there is the moment of bliss you live for, you forget that something is off. He says let's head to the bed room as he pulls you. Finish your drink he suggests, you do and that's the final thing needed for him to have his fun. He works quick and with the next moment you're undressed and he has you pinned against the bed. You say: don't do anything unless you have protection. Don't worry I know what I'm doing, he assures you as he goes in raw and ready to abuse you. Please I don't want this anymore, you plea. A hand wraps around your neck, beg some more why don't you. The air becomes hard to breathe, and it becomes violent. When the strange man has had more than enough of his fun, he leaves you there shaking and crying. The loneliness creeps it's way back in but this time it hurts less. For once the loneliness feels like comfort, it reassures you that even if you do things you do that doesn't mean you deserve what just happened. This powerful drug also becomes like home after a while, it becomes a comfort.

AN: I know this short story is possibly a bit much, but I just had a weird feeling and an odd urge to write this. And yes I know it gets messy towards the end, that is completely done on purpose. Well here's an update of some sort finally, I've been working hard on my other stories and some new ideas so stay tuned for that. Have a good night everyone.

PS: I'm gonna put a song up as the header/photo thingy because these guys are hella good. Enjoy.