Morphine's P.O.V
My anxiousness to get out from the tube finally got the best of me. "Consume me!" I shouted, gasping for air. "Consume me, Elliot! Do it!" He probably wouldn't understand, but I needed to be inside of him. I needed too. And he needed me too. We needed each other, at this very moment. "Elliot, it's me, your best friend. Inhale me, now!"
| Elliot's POV |
"What the fuck..." my Morphine was talking to me. I'm going insane, I am insane, not only I see and talk to my dead dad, but now my Morphine is also talking to me. I guess my Adderall wasn't working this time. I guess I will take about four more Adderall pills when I'm done. I just hope my dad doesn't randomly appear while I'm doing my Morphine.I'm not gonna lie... ever since Shayla's death, I've been crying a lot more and I've been crushing on things...even objects...but I didn't think I would start crushing on my Morphine. I didn't inhale it because I wanted to see what it wanted to tell me. "Are you...talking...to me?" I Don't even talk to many people anymore. It's weird. I can talk to my Morphine, but...not any...real people.
(Gah sorry I gotta end it so shortly. I'm going back to school and I'm gonna be more focused on school instead of this. But chapter 3 is
coming soon! So stay tuned for that!)
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FanfictionElliot, a computer hacker/genius living in New York. Morphine, a very addictive drug that can be found most commonly in Elliot's cabinet . A very dangerous relationship that involves arguments, love, and much smut. Will it work out?
